This is a song about "Big money dreams"

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

So goodnight and sweet dreams

I'm why baby mamas leave

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

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Thinkin of the the dreams

Ass shots in her seven jeans

And after those dreams they'll ditch, they'll go back to nothing big,

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

No responsibilities only focused on my dreams

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

Believe i'll freddie krueger up your dreams.

Cause after all the lights and screams

I rap supreme no need for dreams