This is a song about "Dreams of her"

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,

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Mouth of midas so dreams are close clean

Thinkin of the the dreams

Hate it when i leave

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

They push me to do my dreams of being an mc

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

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

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

And crush your fuckin dreams cause im such a piece of shit

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

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

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