This is a song about "Wishes"

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Rub the lamp take three wishes bitch im the genie

She wishes she could be the referee of her story,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes

I have limited amounts of time to fulfill my life's wishes

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

A part of me wishes that you were never real,

I got a studio for christmas, best wishes, im breaking rhymes like a

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

And some some of my wishes that i dream on

You got bitches? think you wishes cuz i'm seeing glitches of mrs

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

Just let me live is one of my 3 wishes

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith