This is a song about "Dreams and haters"

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

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

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

Haters are lame, and they sloppy as seconds

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

With scars apon my wrists and razors in my dreams

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Sold my soul to the devil and now all dreams are achievable

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry

These haters hope i hurry up and die

They say i'm the one that's in all your nightmares and dreams

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets