This is a song about "My wishes for you"

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

My wishes are simple, a redhead with dimples.

Whether any weather, nobody doing it better

For you, my dear, i'll be ready for whatever

And spill my blood before for you for a complementation test

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses

Brush for knife, blood for paint, making you my new canvas

I got a studio for christmas, best wishes, im breaking rhymes like a

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

If you bitch asked for my autograph

And some some of my wishes that i dream on

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton