This is a song about "Champagne wishes and cavier dreams"

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Within my mind i strive to succeed and drive my dreams

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

Celebratin', pop a cork sip that smooth champagne

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

Silenced, nothing is peachy keen, and so dreams,

While im dishing out all of their wishes and burnin em faster than niggers in

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

And i'mma show you how the south was won

And some some of my wishes that i dream on

And reflect on the rap game, i came

So prepare yourself lets pop the champagne

Shit, if i was old enough to speak

Hopes and dreams not all gonna succeed.

And champagne poppin' every night, y'all don't understand?

My parents went away on a week's vacation and