This is a song about "Dreams are money"

So goodnight and sweet dreams

Everything ain't what it seems

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

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

Those without the passion who won't fight for their dreams are the people i don't like

Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the darknow that it's passion, hold me tight

My dreams are falling like evil angels

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

This is for the magic grill where noodle dreams are made

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,

As much as i wanna leave

Welcome to our dreams