This is a song about "Big money dreams"

Strong will, big dreams, don't let it fizzle behind some ill-willed smoke screen

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Can you decipher my dreams

All that ass in your jeans

Young money shit, me and lil wayne too big

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

So goodnight and sweet dreams

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Through fiends and thieves dreams of shit grown on money trees,

Ass shots in her seven jeans

I rap supreme no need for dreams

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours