This is a song about "Dreams"

Thinkin of the the dreams

I say "stay", she wanna leave

Get a good job, follow your dreams

I'm why baby mommas leave

Get blown like lawn leaves

Welcome to our dreams

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Is it normal to have lucid dreams

Even when my dreams are dead

Give us this day, our daily bread

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

This why i always follow my dreams

And she throws up whatever she eats

Its differs, with options, killing of his dreams

We all dream one day we kings and queens