This is a song about "Fix yo shit"

I just want somebody i can see

Yo bitch you think you can shit talk to me,

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

Well alright yo, that shit sounds nice

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Sometimes you can't fix shit by wishes on stars.

Shit that makes the homies say, 'yo bro, you can really spit!"

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

But me i tried to fix that shit as if it was a typo

Plot, it thickens, yo the clock is tickin', poppin' sick shit,

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

And i gotta get my fix