This is a song about "Hoop dreams"

Can barely walk the city streets

Bury me while i try producing my dreams

A keen fiend with obscene dreams

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

So if you wanna leave

Welcome to our dreams

Cause after all the lights and screams

Get a good job, follow your dreams

As i rushed towards the hoop i look

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Warrents fights the strongest through my dreams.

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Silenced, nothing is peachy keen, and so dreams,

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets