This is a song about "Your wish my command"

They for grossing a bigger business

You got head from my girl? yea rite. you wish

I wish i could put my thoughts in your head and make you see

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

Pocket racked up all big faces

And you wish your cells were sick like this

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

I wish i could solve your problem with wizard

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

High as d'angelo notes in a ghost

Of the times you wish i would remember your splendor

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

We have nothing in common

I really wish i had my gun

My voice is bubblier than soda fizz, wish,

From the d-town to the dmv, got all these bad bitches