This is a song about "Wishes"

A part of me wishes that you were never real,

Phone home shawty you know you a brother out of here

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

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

Land a wishes an he can finally make money to help his family profit

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Waking up and wishes they die.all because of societies lies and rumors.

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

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

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

By the water, au revoir to my audience

He wishes he had a pair of wings