This is a song about "Equestrian dreams"

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

No responsibilities only focused on my dreams

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

I'm fed up, we gotta start teach the children

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

For achieve our dreams we must

Kick back and know yo son set

Even when my dreams are dead

Y'all know that nigga in the movies

Dreams of the world, diamonds rubies

And she throws up whatever she eats

This why i always follow my dreams

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Get a good job, follow your dreams

A keen fiend with obscene dreams

Get grand slam fans out of they seats