This is a song about "Dreams of her"

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

Dreams of balling like spalding up until i was thirteen

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

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

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

Or the dreams she has for her and new found talent

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

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

Can barely walk the city streets

Its differs, with options, killing of his dreams

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

In her dreams with young eyes she sees her hero with an imaginary cape

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,