This is a song about "Dead dreams"

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Wanna spend it all on you

When will my dreams come true

My dreams started coming true

That means two, between me and you

Silenced, nothing is peachy keen, and so dreams,

Can barely walk the city streets

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

No responsibilities only focused on my dreams

Thinkin of the the dreams

Hate it when i leave

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

Get blown like lawn leaves

Welcome to our dreams