This is a song about "Dead dreams"

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

Can barely walk the city streets

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

Its differs, with options, killing of his dreams

Five shots she ready to leave

Get a good job, follow your dreams

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Bury me while i try producing my dreams

A keen fiend with obscene dreams

Get blown like lawn leaves

We all dream one day we be kings and queens

Silenced, nothing is peachy keen, and so dreams,

He's just living in his dreams

Hate it when i leave

Everything ain't what it seems

I rap supreme no need for dreams