This is a song about "Finding gold in a dream"

The dream team is nothing but a dream

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

In the hopes of gettin' lucky and finding a way

Dont look at this as a preech .. look at it as a speech/

And it's like, finding a kit-kat in a sand dune, at the beach

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

I sip malice, from a gold chalice, sittin' smokin' in the rabbit hole with alice.

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Defeating me in a battle seems like your biggest dream

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

My sting has a suffering throb i dream and hope of win ning the gold