This is a song about "Wishes and goals"

If my goals are odd i take as a challenge

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

My wishes are simple, a redhead with dimples.

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

The dips, consulted by the son of malachi york, doggy

She wishes she could be the referee of her story,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

In minimum 1000 volts of reachin my goals

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

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

While im dishing out all of their wishes and burnin em faster than niggers in

And i be talking about me, i do this

He wishes that people werent so selfish

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

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