This is a song about "I wish syou were mine"

I got ones, threes, all the sheez you wish your js were as fresh as these

Hell, ever since i was a little nigga havin' fantasies

I wish mine was here, always looking over me

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

And you wish your cells were sick like this

But check out how i roll mine.

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time

Nah but i fucking wish

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

I wish you were there when i was 6 to make the pain stop

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

Promise me you won't step out of line

Girl looking so fresh i forgot she were mine,

Ice melts into rain

I know mine did the same