This is a song about "Dreams of being a singer"

Look at you, what makes you ashamed of bein blacknothin' but love for you my sister

Ha, there gonna be haters saying im not a rapper but a little singer

My heart livin, got silver lining to soft women

Civilians killed for being a symbol of opinion

His skins white as winter, be a singer,

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

So if you wanna leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

I'm really pretty i'm a singer

Word picture, hurt niggas, young verse killer

My dreams of being something were put on hold.

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

Niggas dream of a triple beam, my dreams lead to a murder scene.

And don't perform after him or you might regret

I have a pocket full of dreams, but not the jeans yet