This is a song about "Dream of"

Pussy and patron make you feel alright

I used to dream of you all day and night

I dream of a world where us people eat delicious food,

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

The dream of martin luther king can be put on hold

Because never had one, dream of chains and persian rugs,

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

That's my dream. to have that level of ambition

Riding around without a fuck given

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

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