This is a song about "Wishing things would get better"

Your destiny is a recipe for better things

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Y'all wishing i'll get up and walk out, never stay

So you should move away, or join the dude 'n play

For things they would rob for, pickin' pockets in the projects,

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

With a girl im only wishing would be here

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real

Wishing girls would fucking like me

It ain't hard to make money

People wishing for better days trimming bud in a great haze

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Things are better rough, your boyfriend's would know first hand/

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

Maybe things get better, but i've got hell to pay.

Why my life depend on what i'mma do today