This is a song about "Holding on to dreams"

As death was holding' onto his soul the ''light'' came to sight

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

Welcome to our dreams

Little more weed, first class seats

Not w/ your niece on your lap holding you down

Cause everytime yall come around

And you can see it on the bill thats in your pocket your holding

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

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

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Within my mind i strive to succeed and drive my dreams

Yet unable to pay for cable in my dreams

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

I've been through many different types of pains, while holding on to the

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga