This is a song about "Genie lamp"

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

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

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

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Escaping from concentration camps with a fucking girl board and a ramp

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Rub the lamp take three wishes bitch im the genie

What them tippers don't see

Amma tell my genie

I can't hear you little niggas in ibiza bitch

Your dick work like a lamp in a power outage

Need some fuckin wishes, wheres my fucking genie,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I start to think it's all planned

You fried under that heated lamp,