This is a song about "I dream of you"

My sting has a suffering throb i dream and hope of win ning the gold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

I think found where your mind was

I dream of good life and riches

We've condemned them, locked. in a cell of consumerism,the american dream.

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

Ranishia-baby boy me and you will make a dream

Dream of going back ain't getting your classic cause these days i am feeling back in

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

If you wanna reach your dream

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

We self-made but never is an i on the team

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Of course i sometimes dream about the fame, the money