This is a song about "Dream of"

He could've died of a cardiac arrest. i only dream about it.

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

Got a crazy vision of a dream escaping from my pen

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

And some day ill have a job you can only dream of

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

I used to dream of you all day and night

My direction good, well-rounded type

I dream of makin green/

Tell a bitch lean

Broken streets, kids dream of me in the slums

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones