This is a song about "Meeting the girl of my dreams"

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

I have a pocket full of dreams, but not the jeans yet

Thinking of the girl in my basement named mallory

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

The money trees, triple beam, the dreams of jugs,

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Live the life i envision every minute in my dreams

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

All that ass in your jeans

Can you decipher my dreams

Dreams of the world, diamonds rubies

Gotta go, let her leave

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Warrents fights the strongest through my dreams.

Can barely walk the city streets