This is a song about "Dreaming career"

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Im stuck in reality im no longer dreaming

Mines is family over everything

Stop living a facade and dreaming

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

But still be dreaming bout you

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

I see a day where hip hop's restored, they say i'm dreaming/

Money ain't a thing

Got these niggas dreaming

Fuck it, im leaving

Please, tell me i'm dreaming.

Let em marinate, you forever late

Its fictional just like your rap career, fake.