This is a song about "Wishing"

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Slashing at their wrists, wishing they'd die/

Wishing i could go back

Yeah, the sex in the sack

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Wishing but knowing i won't soar to you up in that sky.

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

Boys listening wishing to hack me

So get up, its time to start nation building

But i'm just in my room, dreaming and wishing

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Dead can't breath wishing to feel a breeze

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Just a peaceful musician, so quit the bitching and wishing,