This is a song about "Dreaming of angles"

Im stuck in reality im no longer dreaming

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Im stuck in reality im no longer dreaming

Dreaming to be like marshal putting a photo of shady

Where your whereabouts baby? i care about you lady

Got these niggas dreaming

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

I'm scared that i won't stop dreaming

A break from what you hearing

Of impossible actions so drop the dreaming,

I'm late working, i know i didn't come home that evening

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Like they're angles from heaven.