This is a song about "Wishes"

Sometimes you can't fix shit by wishes on stars.

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

There ain't no genie jars to grant what your petty wishes are

Champagne wishes of caviar dreams ?a penis didn't cream?

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Rub the lamp take three wishes bitch im the genie

I pray everyday to make my wishes be blissful

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

That's my wicked humor, i'm more wicked than your wickedly vivid wishes,

This is the stage where she wishes she was at home in her bed

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette