This is a song about "Dreams and realities"

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

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

Hold onto dreams and see where the cream has got us

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

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Husteling and my dreams i be feeling

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Time to open my first eye and see dreams

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

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

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Or take my dreams to a spearpoint and lance em

The race war, when it's us against all of them

With scars apon my wrists and razors in my dreams

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets