This is a song about "Holding on to dreams"

Smile on my face, tears of a sad clown

Not w/ your niece on your lap holding you down

No responsibilities only focused on my dreams

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

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Dreams to be on top, never knew things would change

Yet unable to pay for cable in my dreams

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

I'm holding something to make the angel and devil on your shoulder run

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

To the kids holding liquor bottles.

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

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga