This is a song about "Dream of a legacy"

My sting has a suffering throb i dream and hope of win ning the gold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

At least i'd have some sort of legacy, a chance to ever blow it,

A team from out of queens with the american dream

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Rapping is my only remedy about to leave a legacy

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Dc, man over money

To leave a legacy

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

We all have a dream like king said about a bit of money,

Come see real niggas on my team

Imagine living in a dream

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

I done seen embalming fluid ruin a nigga promise