This is a song about "A sad dream"

Come see real niggas on my team

Rapping is no longer just a dream,

You are lookin a little sad,

Don’t you be holding back

A boxed dove, rather lost, so sad cause

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Me and my homeboy, we have a dream,

The reason why i still feed a fiend a fuckin dream

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Got a shit flow, admitting that you rap bad, thats sad

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Do just feeling a little sad