[Intro]
In the studio I read a magazine
They had a column in there asking people
If they had three wishes, what would they wish for?
So I figured I'd ask myself
So if I had three wishes, this right here would be my first

[Verse]
I wish I could bomb drop from the top of the Superdome
On my skateboard, head up Claiborne
Ollie over curbs in the Third Ward
And then shook through the Calliope to holla at tough guy Dodo
Let him bang my brand new album in his Range Rove'
Puff a couple L's with him, go home and change clothes
Aqua green Polo, with matching Bally Animals And then it's on to Gentilly
To holla at my n***a Soulja Slim from the CutThroat Committee
Split up a Philly, fill it with sticky
And talk about all the hoes we fucked in our city
Give him dap and a hug, then I gotta break
Going to the St. Bernard to holla at my homey Ace
Let him see my new whip, ride out to the IHOP in the East
And get a bowl of cheese grits

[Interlude]
That's what I wish for, that'll definitely be my first wish
See, the three people I was talking about
They're not alive no more
East is a part of New Orleans that was destroyed by Hurricane Katrina
Here's my second wish
[Verse 2]
I just wish my n***a Wayne
Would get the respect that he deserves
In this fuckin game
He's the illest with these words
I know I might've said that shit before, but I'm just making sure
It's heard! And that my n***a Maine would
Have the same success that I have
Cause I'm oh-so blessed, yes
And for my n***a Dizzy, ten-million platinum plaques
'Cuse you work hard, homeboy, you deserve that
And that we’d never split
Won't crumble to pieces like them other
Real cliques
And we all get rich, then we all have kids
They they all get rich, then they all have kids
Then they all get rich, then they have some more kids
Then they all stay rich, and those kids have more kids
And they all get rich, then those kids have kids
And they all get rich


[Interlude]
Alright, alright, I know that was a big wish
But I had whole lotta ground to cover
But I have a lot of people that I wanna thank
I feel like they deserve that
Now it's time for the third wish
[Verse 3]
I just wish that my ex girl would've never fucked with one of my homies
Cause it took a toll on me
Now I give a fuck about a bitch cause I feel like everyone is a phoney
I'll never love again, move another bitch in
Let her live in my crib, give her keys to my whip
Shit, she ruined that for all these hoes
Now it's YMOB, you know what I do
Young Money Over Bitches, I don't give em tongue kisses
I just hit 'em with that dick and have 'em pose for naked pictures
And show em to my n***as, and then I gotta flip em
Let everybody get a piece, and after that I send em
Back to where they living, but with her I was different
Word on the street was she was wyling out pretending not to hear it
Girl, you had a good n***a
Oh no, I wasn't perfect, but I had a good spirit
That's the last of my wishes

[Outro]
That's a surprise to a lot of y'all huh?
More than cars and skateboards and weed
I did graduate n***a