This is a song about "Wishing on life"

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

But we should be body to body

Wishing girls would fucking like me

He gave me a knife, offered me a new preposition on life,

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

The snitch on the block be running for his life

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

When life is too good to carry on

I got my life back on track

I'm about to snap

Wishing that your life will end but with life you just living

But if you ain't got the dance they revoke your spinning