This is a song about "Wishes and goals"

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

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

If they find that stash box just one time

Now you have your goals, and a deadline

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

*angel* hell no, eric, those goals are generic,

Grant me three wishes and i'll diss three bitches but first is you

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Need some fuckin wishes, wheres my fucking genie,

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Scoring goals through your legs, like those anaheim ducks

I rather give you my last to see you live again

We need to set our goals and go out and chase em

Majors misbehaving i'mma have to take it digital

I pray everyday to make my wishes be blissful