This is a song about "Dreams are money"

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Mouth of midas so dreams are close clean

Malcolm x, by any means

In aberdeen chasing dreams

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

And all my dreams are shattered shes the only thing im after/

The money trees, triple beam, the dreams of jugs,

European model white bitch is eating donuts

Get blown like lawn leaves

So goodnight and sweet dreams

So if i do call it's just a check

Even when my dreams are dead

Burning through the money but the friends are everlasting

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing