This is a song about "Wishing the best for someone"

The ones you left out, jobs were giving, better living

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

Motherfucking thugs, my best friend bit the metal for good,

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

Life's not easygoing so prepare for the worst and hope for the best

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

I'ma be gunning for the success boy fuck the rest i be the best

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

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

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

I'm slaughtering stale, competition, i got the whole block wishing

Dc ain't been this hot since ronald reagan made a killing

Got the best shit and i get it all for free

You be get up on this fly shit baby

And her smile lit up the room

Buyin' the best of fresh prince for the bedroom