This is a song about "Goals and wishes"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Need some fuckin wishes, wheres my fucking genie,

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

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

*angel* hell no, eric, those goals are generic,

Common goals to testify, a lesson to lessen others eyes

Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs

Some days he just wishes he could die

Balling in herrrrrrre let-let-let-let it fly

She wishes she could be the referee of her story,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

And she wishes she could ignore them like the terms and condi-tions

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Scoring goals through your legs, like those anaheim ducks