This is a song about "Dreams"

Both dreams got different parts

You haters put up your guards

Can barely walk the city streets

Its differs, with options, killing of his dreams

All that ass in your jeans

Can you decipher my dreams

These other lil' niggas just sellin' ya'll dreams

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

When will my dreams come true

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Get a good job, follow your dreams

Five shots she ready to leave

Trying to follow dreams of glitz

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Everything ain't what it seems

I rap supreme no need for dreams