This is a song about "Lost dreams"

Can you decipher my dreams

All that ass in your jeans

Little more weed, first class seats

Welcome to our dreams

You told me to get lost

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

I rap supreme no need for dreams

Silenced, nothing is peachy keen, and so dreams,

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

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

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

These other lil' niggas just sellin' ya'll dreams

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

Another morning he wakes up screaming, how he lost his dreams in