This is a song about "Dreams and haters"

Can't flex i hit the blunt more than once a day

And fucking, haters got something to say

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

Haters are lame, and they sloppy as seconds

Trying to get back to this thing called love

And the dreams you left behind you didn’t need them

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

Silenced, nothing is peachy keen, and so dreams,

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Hopes and dreams not all gonna succeed.

The revolution will proceed

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

I was a reckless teen, with wild hopes and dreams,

So if it's all the same i'll drop some game instead and then get back to dreams

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means