This is a song about "Dreams and money"

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

Amen, they say you only live once

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

With scars apon my wrists and razors in my dreams

My talent should take me places i've never been

With plenty of money and women

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

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

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

So goodnight and sweet dreams

Ass shots in her seven jeans

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

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

Is a space that now you hold

Turn money into diamonds and gold