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

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

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

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

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

I saw you for the last time, eyes gazing at mine

Chasing money in the city of crime

You wish your bars were as hard as mine

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

I wish mine was here, always looking over me

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

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

And you wish your cells were sick like this

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes