This is a song about "Broken dreams"

These other lil' niggas just sellin' ya'll dreams

In private, not public in the streets

Are grieving and broken

I pop one, you pop one

All that ass in your jeans

Thinkin of the the dreams

But i'm not in the first place

Like an broken can of mace

So goodnight and sweet dreams

Little more weed, first class seats

I don't care what it did to them

Somethings broken, awoken, unspoken

Welcome to our dreams

I'm why baby mamas leave

My words are broken, in addition.

And they all mint condition