This is a song about "Achieving my dreams"

My day was just made. she came from my dreams.

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

Bury me while i try producing my dreams

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Husteling and my dreams i be feeling

You know that love is a very serious thing

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

In the face of any heathen believing that he's achieving my

This why i always follow my dreams

As much as i wanna leave

Deserve to be heard that's the vision in my dreams,

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

See i'm still yelling at my mama in my dreams

We all dream one day we be kings and queens

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

With scars apon my wrists and razors in my dreams