This is a song about "Dreams are money"

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

My dreams are beating me, life keeps killing me

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

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

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

You dont have to stick to whats mainstream if you wanna be different,

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Come clean gangstas are mean i got many dreams

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

You succeeded when dreams and reality are almost equal

Mouth of midas so dreams are close clean

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Welcome to our dreams

Get blown like lawn leaves

In aberdeen chasing dreams

Ass shots in her seven jeans