This is a song about "Wishes and goals"

She wishes she could be the referee of her story,

Pull the pound, up and down, turn yourself around shorty

Afterwards wanna deny dna, fuck three wishes

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

And she wishes she could ignore them like the terms and condi-tions

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

He wishes he had a pair of wings

Not king james, these were coke kings

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

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

In minimum 1000 volts of reachin my goals

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

And some some of my wishes that i dream on