This is a song about "Money dreams"

Track 6.) wu tang dreams (c.r.e.a.m.)

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Bury me while i try producing my dreams

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

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

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

I rap supreme no need for dreams

Why me, i say it cause we number one

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

Silenced, nothing is peachy keen, and so dreams,

For achieve our dreams we must

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

No responsibilities only focused on my dreams

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets