This is a song about "Dreams in life"

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

See i'm still yelling at my mama in my dreams

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

Live the life i envision every minute in my dreams

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Filled with repressed trauma subconscious reaching out to me in my dreams

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

With scars apon my wrists and razors in my dreams

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

Compose/ masterpieces in my dreams, pictures graphic

Deserve to be heard that's the vision in my dreams,

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

His anger ignites, dreams were shattered of his name in big lights.