This is a song about "Dreams and realities"

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

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

You succeeded when dreams and reality are almost equal

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

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

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

I'm having dreams of his mother, taking her skin and displacing

I summed it up in a verse my kelly rowland's waiting

And cause all their dreams to rupture

Udc where he met my mother

Spread thin between dreams and obligations,

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns