This is a song about "A girl who s dad was always in prison and how she would see her mother struggle to helping her survive"

Paid for trips to italy for me, her, my bro and dad.

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

And im not hating on the black like i was dixon to merle

Eight months ago i was falling for her/she was a beautiful girl

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

I brought my mother to the room and sat her in a chair.

And there's little to be glad for

Get a girl and then thrill her

Pssst... psssssst... aiyyoare you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever

Then in 6th period, everyday i would always ask him about her

I handed her a book and told her she had to pay

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

In her bedroom window i would peek when she was asleep.

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

They gave a one eight hundred number to her mother, who showed her