This is a song about "Dreams of making it"

Amadou & mariam but still no chorus

And it seems that it was dreams the was telling us,

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

With my heart most of you fuckas just fakers in the making

The vision is quite clear

Making fun of a queer

And start making all kinds of commotion

Kaiser soze, we never see him

You making it blatant you're tripping on layman's

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

Making it happen, vegas on acid

Get the zippo and spark the shit

Making dollar bills out of music