This is a song about "Dreams and money"

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Within my mind i strive to succeed and drive my dreams

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

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Spread thin between dreams and obligations,

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

So goodnight and sweet dreams

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

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

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

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

But for long time i had gone cold

Turn money into diamonds and gold