This is a song about "Fancy dream"

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

This feels like something out of a dream

And i put you on the team

Show ‘em how much they really mean

I gotta chase after this dream

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

Me and my homeboy, we have a dream,

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

Down in miami, with a super ho team

Make me wonder was its just a dream