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

Leaving her behind i admit left me wishing i would die.

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

Wishing on a star won't work, get some ambition

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Education is the center of better things

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

La'mare, his brother said hang in there my little solider things will get better believe me

A damn shame, the girl can hardly spell her namethat's not our problem, that's up to brenda's family

Smoke ? you know it taste good

It's right it's so funny how things would

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Wishing that god would leave the fake me and take the real me.

They say he the key to my blessings

I would do awful awful things

Moving on to better things, to better us, it better bring

I got mine while the rest of ya'lls was still looking