This is a song about "Always wishing for the good"

I'm in a good mood for sharing yo to the police

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Wishing for a new re-dition have them regret

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

I'm slaughtering stale, competition, i got the whole block wishing

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Our hands tight holding, the river calm flowing/ wishing for you, that dandelion im blowing/

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Let's rap together and make good beats for the streets

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

That you were never, any good for me, it was always my fault, i used to believe,

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Waiting for the seasons to weaken it seems like a good idea

I'm waiting for the good life to begin.

They don't see my vision, grown man mission