This is a song about "My wishes for you"

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

For all you that say my grammar sucks

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

And spill my blood before for you for a complementation test

Reading hamlet, making wishes in yiddish with my mensch mr lux

I do self evaluate, yeah, i know i've got some problems

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

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

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

Only way i can make my wishes come true

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Thank you for my wife. for my son and everything i have,

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

And some some of my wishes that i dream on