This is a song about "Dreams of happiness"

Part of me jumps with happiness but the other stays confused

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Since i was a child, i had dreams of

But it's still cool just to dream man because

I was depressed , not one inch of happiness left.

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

Outcast with a c dreams of smoking with pauly shore

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

Dreams of a better life might get me through this cruel summer/

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

I'm why baby mamas leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

Dreams of balling like spalding up until i was thirteen