This is a song about "Dreams hope"

When will my dreams come true

Don’t mean to disrespect you

A keen fiend with obscene dreams

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

In the glass runs dry- but i have hope and i have dreams-

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

Silenced, nothing is peachy keen, and so dreams,

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Its differs, with options, killing of his dreams

That left ya without hope

Fly as ricky steam boat

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

Everyday losing some source of hope

Get a good job, follow your dreams

All that ass in your jeans