This is a song about "Cats dreams life"

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

That’s what i call a fairy tale

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

A keen fiend with obscene dreams

Dreams of a better life might get me through this cruel summer/

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

My dreams are beating me, life keeps killing me

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

These other cats bring blasphemy

Third ward general, young cash money

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Killed so many cats my nicknames curiosity

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Thinkin of the the dreams

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,