This is a song about "It sucks that i m just dreaming my mind is quite deceiving"

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

I wish that i was sleeping in my bed cozy just dreaming

I speak my mind it just seems like to make a difference is what i was assigned.

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

It kind of sucks that my generation is clueless

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Fucking sucks, i thought that they'd improve, it's just fake and silly,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

If not i'm hoping that this letter could convey how i'm feeling

Pop off i'm pistol peteing, hate my team just cause we dreaming

That shits a mind fuck, they deserved it, yet i get called the cooky cluck, this is just my luck,

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

Freestyle but that fuckin' rap you wrote, it sucks,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Pulled through alot obscurity, now ikeep it mind that this is my priority.