This is a song about "Goals and wishes"

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

She wishes she could be the referee of her story,

In minimum 1000 volts of reachin my goals

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Go out and work, read your goals 'fore bedtime

Selling cane, getting brain, at the same damn time

Now you have your goals, and a deadline

Haha, i'm on the grind, niggas know the time

Grant me three wishes and i'll diss three bitches but first is you

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

That's my wicked humor, i'm more wicked than your wickedly vivid wishes,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Need some fuckin wishes, wheres my fucking genie,

My wishes are simple, a redhead with dimples.

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts