This is a song about "Following you dreams"

You know i grew up poor but aspired to bougie dreams,

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

They rooting for me, they say a nigga buzzing

Your rap dreams are something that you should be abandoning.

The things they say went a little too far

With out you following me in the car

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

Death is in my dreams, death makes you weak bitches scream,

You're not following me,

The good kid from the ugly city

They say follow your dreams, but expect you to fail

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

The dreams the kid in you once had, youre never gonna have no more 16 years old

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

You need to keep good grades do good in school so those dreams don't flop.