This is a song about "Dreams coming true while struggling to get to them"

Even my analyst is struggling to handle this

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

I'm on point baby, ready to stick you

Broke rappers struggling to get through

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Like im supposed to give up and let them get to me?

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man

Tried to get out had me coming straight back like a boomerang,

To get more attention for the struggling theme

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

That fire flow the finest women i adore

True hip hop to core i soar high while you hit the floor

God dont let them get to me while i sing your praise

But you never come when you period is five days

But the flow is just so true to me the speakers bass shooting through to me i get

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said