This is a song about "Dreams of empire"

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

I'm having dreams of his mother, taking her skin and displacing

I have dreams of livin large like michael jackson,

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

Thats how possibilities of dreams comin' true stay of out them

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

Dreams of balling like spalding up until i was thirteen

Through fiends and thieves dreams of shit grown on money trees,

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

But i got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more

Outcast with a c dreams of smoking with pauly shore

My dreams of being something were put on hold.

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Receive a cult following my own empire

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her