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

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

She dreams of her fantasy world, living in a high place,

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

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Of being a ballplayer superstar like stephon marbury.

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

My dreams of being something were put on hold.

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

They push me to do my dreams of being an mc

I'm why baby mommas leave

A keen fiend with obscene dreams

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Instead of her dreams being buried and no one there helping,

Chasing your dreams instead of chasing a niggas paper

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for