This is a song about "Lost in my dreams"

I be frontinand i'mma drink my hennessey like it ain't nothin

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

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

Usually i get time to get gone and lost in my mind

Can barely walk the city streets

Can you decipher my dreams

See i'm still yelling at my mama in my dreams

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Live the life i envision every minute in my dreams

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Deserve to be heard that's the vision in my dreams,

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats