This is a song about "My dreams"

Atop the pyramid, i'm on my i m pei dreams

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Is because of you

When will my dreams come true

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

Yet unable to pay for cable in my dreams

With scars apon my wrists and razors in my dreams

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

Questioning the whole meaning

Husteling and my dreams i be feeling

Filled with repressed trauma subconscious reaching out to me in my dreams

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

My dreams are falling like evil angels

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Streets is calling you

My dreams started coming true