This is a song about "Dreaming with dais"

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Pop off i'm pistol peteing, hate my team just cause we dreaming

And mothafuckin' dreaming,

I do the right thing

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Busy dreaming about the magic which i'm weaving

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

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

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

Dreaming dignity delivered

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

And getting money is the song i sing

Wandering dreaming constantly thinking

You know that love is a very serious thing

Im stuck in reality im no longer dreaming