This is a song about "Wish list"

And i tell my kids to burn their wish list,

I promise to keep it honest

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

/i'm almost done with the list/

I already cleared my hit list now i gotta to do list

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

Go cop the 3.6 and meet my name on the deans list

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

Its all good cuz i was on her wish list

You was bigger than an artist

Hit you first on my hit list,

I should've been a dentist

Every fag is on the hit list

That burden's on my soul as long i exist