This is a song about "Dreams of her"

Thinkin of the the dreams

Hate it when i leave

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Chasing your dreams instead of chasing a niggas paper

Since i was a child, i had dreams of

I've got muslims calling on jesus

Trying to follow dreams of glitz

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

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

Interference of dreams or whatever it means put on some tight jeans

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

I've been confused, out of my mind lately

I had dreams, visions of doing things wichu baby,