This is a song about "Dreaming of money"

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

Parking lot of the blue flame

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

I do the right thing

It feels like i'm still dreaming

Face it: your face caucasian, you literally naked

But this is a small step, i'm dreaming of running big

The time is now, on everything

And mothafuckin' dreaming,

With plenty of money and women

Make them more insecure when they caught one

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

You're smitten with this woman, both of you dreaming, into wishing for instant infants

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts