This is a song about "Dreams of making it"

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

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

How is it that little nigga like me made it too my dreams

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

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

I can't believe it, you're out here making stacks of cheese

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

Making love to a professor of divinity

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Dreams of the world, diamonds rubies

I'm everything that they call nice