This is a song about "Wishing on life"

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

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

Every day i mourn it/ i wore my love on my sleeve just wishing that you'd adore it

Breathe life into rap like full on resuscitation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

Wishing she can come back, than i could gain another life pack

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

And that's exactly it, your missing out on your life,

To say life goes on, now they're counting money on the table

Every since then our whole city been horrible

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

The snitch on the block be running for his life