This is a song about "Big dreams"

Bury me while i try producing my dreams

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Big hopes, big dreams, and he stands spitting these fucked up things,

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

Thinkin of the the dreams

I give bitches dick and leave

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

No responsibilities only focused on my dreams

And she throws up whatever she eats

Its differs, with options, killing of his dreams

In private, not public in the streets

Silenced, nothing is peachy keen, and so dreams,

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

Over 20 homes, but i need a chick

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Welcome to our dreams