This is a song about "Dreaming"

It feels like i'm still dreaming

But he don't rule a thing

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

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

But life is so terrific, tell them pinch me if i'm dreaming

Shame, people dreaming of fame, it's lame

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Who dat, who dat? cole world

Dreaming dignity delivered

It feels like i'm still dreaming

And this will be the song that we sing