This is a song about "Genie lamp"

Need some fuckin wishes, wheres my fucking genie,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

But cram the style up abit so you can pitch a tent in a lamp

Make your last wish i'm a genie bitch / slash genius

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

With such an ugly picture in it and

You fried under that heated lamp,

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Fair skin like cream in genie jar but mouth spillin' wind like loony arse

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Amma tell my genie

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

There ain't no genie jars to grant what your petty wishes are

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Rub the lamp take three wishes bitch im the genie