This is a song about "Money dreams"

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

European model white bitch is eating donuts

No responsibilities only focused on my dreams

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

Get a good job, follow your dreams

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

He's just living in his dreams

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Is it normal to have lucid dreams

Cause after all the lights and screams

Believe i'll freddie krueger up your dreams.

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

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

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

Both dreams got different parts