This is a song about "Dreamin"

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Time keeps flying and we dreamin' of private jets,

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Sittin here dreamin bout spittin at my own shows

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

My garage full of cars that bounce

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

You'd wish that you were dreamin when i reap and dispell hate