This is a song about "Dreams of making it"

We all dream one day we be kings and queens

That's why i keep it real, i don't fill the groupie dreams,

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

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

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

And start making all kinds of commotion

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

Making dollar bills out of music

Chase your dreams, don't let it go, no

My ambition to blow

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

He says be quiet, you'll making it worse

So now they making millions off of prisons

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips