This is a song about "Dreams and money"

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Cause thats really that matters to me and my mommas both dreams

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Silenced, nothing is peachy keen, and so dreams,

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

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

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

With plenty of money and women

Two reflections into one

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

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

Scarfin down barbiturates dreams and reality there's no different

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump