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

Grant me three wishes and i'll diss three bitches but first is you

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

And cause all their dreams to rupture

My records sell, yes sir

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 now i'm just chilling, champagne sipping.

I was born to do the damn thing

They say i'm the one that's in all your nightmares and dreams

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

I was a reckless teen, with wild hopes and dreams,

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Spread thin between dreams and obligations,

So here i am at the store for some chips