This is a song about "Genie"

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

Rub the lamp take three wishes bitch im the genie

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

Need some fuckin wishes, wheres my fucking genie,

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Amma tell my genie

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

My hat is by jabbia and if you got a fucking problem

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

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

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

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

My criteria ain't even that serious