This is a song about "Hoop dreams"

Even when my dreams are dead

Kick back and know yo son set

Bury me while i try producing my dreams

At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes

And no nigga gon love you

When will my dreams come true

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

What comes around goes around like a hula hoop

Dreams of the world, diamonds rubies

You gotta breathe and be at ease

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

Can you decipher my dreams

A keen fiend with obscene dreams

Malcolm x, by any means

Hate it when i leave

Thinkin of the the dreams