This is a song about "Cash of your dreams"

Consumin' all your cash for their own priorities

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Believe i'll freddie krueger up your dreams.

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Five shots she ready to leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

You better pray for your wallet, i'm coming for your cash

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

Chasing your dreams instead of chasing a niggas paper

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

But i let off everything i have

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

Run towards your dreams not towards your fear