This is a song about "Life and dreams"

Gotta live your life and dreams, but people keep killing it

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

And the dreams you left behind you didn’t need them

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

With scars apon my wrists and razors in my dreams

20 racks really thats sneaker money

My dreams are beating me, life keeps killing me

Hold onto dreams and see where the cream has got us

We living good all of us, we winning, that's obvious

So if it's all the same i'll drop some game instead and then get back to dreams

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

Get easy then you'll see is just the weed and sleazy dreams,

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Scarfin down barbiturates dreams and reality there's no different