This is a song about "Genie"

I'm a rap game genie, i never lose my starman!

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

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

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

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

Rub the lamp take three wishes bitch im the genie

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

They say nothings ever free

Amma tell my genie

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Need some fuckin wishes, wheres my fucking genie,

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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus