This is a song about "Follow my dreams"

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

Filled with repressed trauma subconscious reaching out to me in my dreams

They say follow your dreams, but expect you to fail

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

Within my mind i strive to succeed and drive my dreams

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Follow my ways and i will save y'all,

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

A criminal grind mean hustle

My dreams are unstoppable

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

Get a good job, follow your dreams

Shawty can i taste you

When will my dreams come true

Trying to follow dreams of glitz

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks