This is a song about "Basketball player with a dream"

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

A team from out of queens with the american dream

With a mu'fuckin' dream, like i'm martin luther king

They locking us up for the drugs that we doing

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

I'm like a baseball player, spitting's second nature,

They wait on my return, i am az-zahir hakim

Since a youngin i've always had this dream

My girl was in fact with you in a wet dream

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Yeah u a player, that don't hit the field

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

But what is a street with peace, sounds like a dream through sleep

Baby father bullshittin', you two don't even speak

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

And dream bout you get into your heart core , with a thorn open a door