This is a song about "Dreaming for"

And mothafuckin' dreaming,

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Everything i wanted never seem so close

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

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Im stuck in reality im no longer dreaming

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Of impossible actions so drop the dreaming,

Busy dreaming about the magic which i'm weaving

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Let my angel sing

Now im dreaming chasing

I was so sincere like nas first name

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame