This is a song about "Dreams and money"

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

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

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Rapping is in my genes in my blood and even in my dreams

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

The money trees, triple beam, the dreams of jugs,

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

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

And all my dreams are shattered shes the only thing im after/

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

I got money mind and money on my wrist

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Get easy then you'll see is just the weed and sleazy dreams,