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

You all wish this were it; this isn’t even my full potential/

If she mine i'mma take her to a newer level

I wish mine was here, always looking over me

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Our human lives were doing fine, you ruined mine, here's suicide

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

I wish drugs were never a factor, that wasn't my plan

I seems i lost my little homie he's a changed man

Of willing to aim, a gun, to your forehead, its not fun, to wish you were dead.

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

Rhymes are dime a dozen but i know you won't forget mine

You wish you were a rapper, your a lyrical disaster

To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

Girl looking so fresh i forgot she were mine,