This is a song about "Dreams and money"

Because he made his decision

With plenty of money and women

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

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Time to open my first eye and see dreams

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

And cause all their dreams to rupture

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

With scars apon my wrists and razors in my dreams

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

So goodnight and sweet dreams

Get blown like lawn leaves

Through fiends and thieves dreams of shit grown on money trees,

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories