This is a song about "Follow my dreams"

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

See i'm still yelling at my mama in my dreams

Cause thats really that matters to me and my mommas both dreams

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Bury me while i try producing my dreams

Yet unable to pay for cable in my dreams

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Trying to follow dreams of glitz

Taking over all my dreams

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

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

No responsibilities only focused on my dreams

And she throws up whatever she eats

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams