This is a song about "Fountain of dreams"

Pocket racked up all big faces

Since i was a child, i had dreams of

I had dreams, visions of doing things wichu baby,

Every third lady that flirt, want my chirp lately

Its differs, with options, killing of his dreams

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Dreams of the world, diamonds rubies

They push me to do my dreams of being an mc

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

And crush your fuckin dreams cause im such a piece of shit

I have a pocket full of dreams, but not the jeans yet

And my vision isn't set on the money i get