This is a song about "Making money and dreams come true"

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

So come on baby, someone like you makes my dream come true

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

A happy home, that's my fantasy

As much as i wanna leave

So goodnight and sweet dreams

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

She told me erything is real

Making money was the ideal

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

Come clean gangstas are mean i got many dreams

But still you have that money, and you come from where pay is lame,

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

When will my dreams come true

I call em up, they might fall through