This is a song about "Dreams are big"

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

And after those dreams they'll ditch, they'll go back to nothing big,

You ain't sucha big shot now are ya?

Is written in our souls, africa

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

I'm flying big, my rhymes are going out of the park

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

You succeeded when dreams and reality are almost equal

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

As big l would say all these bitches are just street struck,

Strong will, big dreams, don't let it fizzle behind some ill-willed smoke screen

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

These secrets i reveal they are just too big to conceal

This where the haters is, this why they hate us here

This is for the magic grill where noodle dreams are made

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid