This is a song about "Dreams and realities"

And the dreams you left behind you didn’t need them

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Within my mind i strive to succeed and drive my dreams

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Spread thin between dreams and obligations,

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

And it seems that it was dreams the was telling us,

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

Im going to be in your nightmares and dreams of the day

In the glass runs dry- but i have hope and i have dreams-

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

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