This is a song about "My drea"

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

See my pain through my eyes,

We hustle to survive

Red bottoms y'all and the ass is out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Rap has left me just astounded, then it leaves me so confused,

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

And the games appeal to the struggling youth with no father