This is a song about "Dreams of making it"

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

Of making it to t.v. with my niggas as a team

So here i am at the store for some chips

So now they making millions off of prisons

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

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

Making dollar bills out of music

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

He says be quiet, you'll making it worse

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

But i'm making it, chillin' with my niggas dream chasin' it

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Making love to a professor of divinity

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

And danced around the house in all-over print panties