This is a song about "Dreams of making it"

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

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting

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

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

Its differs, with options, killing of his dreams

Unable to think clear

Making fun of a queer

I enjoy living in the fiction of my dreams

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

And start making all kinds of commotion

Boy in a flash its like you start to replace him

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

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

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

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that