This is a song about "Hopes and dreams"

I was a reckless teen, with wild hopes and dreams,

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

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

With scars apon my wrists and razors in my dreams

And link me all your shit in hopes i'll go and read your fuckin raps

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Through fiends and thieves dreams of shit grown on money trees,

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

Just know fame has a price, lose everything

Husteling and my dreams i be feeling

Hip hop's bounty, hunter

And cause all their dreams to rupture

In the hopes of gettin' lucky and finding a way

I'm curious jorge, fuck what dem whores say

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,