This is a song about "Dreams are money"

Mouth of midas so dreams are close clean

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

So goodnight and sweet dreams

Little more weed, first class seats

My dreams are beating me, life keeps killing me

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Sold my soul to the devil and now all dreams are achievable

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

Lady at the frank stand will

My dreams are unstoppable

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

This is for the magic grill where noodle dreams are made

A big fuck you to the narcs/ chillin with the ese's , smokin doddie and

Telling me dreams are the biggest and my raps will always become so coherent

Your rap dreams are something that you should be abandoning.

Seen too many of y’all getting money, know my turn coming