This is a song about "Dreaming about yoy"

Where you gotta give up your lifestyle for everything

I wish that i was sleeping in my bed cozy just dreaming

Dont act surprised, my ex prolly listening

Wandering dreaming constantly thinking

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

Dreaming about being at the top cause youre a flop at this game youre lame,

Busy dreaming about the magic which i'm weaving

I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Im not trying because im sick of lying, im dreaming about dying, but not from you,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Dreaming about making it as a rapper but waking up and still climbing the ladder,

You feel it from your head to your toes

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Well rick james, maury jane

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame