This is a song about "Dreams of her"

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

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

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Outcast with a c dreams of smoking with pauly shore

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

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

I enjoy living in the fiction of my dreams

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo

My dreams with her were flushed/i'm about to start giving up i thought she

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

I have dreams of livin large like michael jackson,

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run