This is a song about "Dreamin"

Ore voir to the doubters, and a punt is every challenge

Been at work needing the bucks dreamin' but aint been sleeping much

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

Where every recipient, property of the state

And dreamin', there ain't reason for breathin', can't knock the hustle,

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Time keeps flying and we dreamin' of private jets,

Sittin here dreamin bout spittin at my own shows

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws