This is a song about "My dreams on being a singer"

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer

Im a killer its my mental thriller, im not a singer but yes, i am a sinner,

Taking over all my dreams

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Me, on my knees, praying to stop being a slave and waiting,

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

No responsibilities only focused on my dreams

Like an r&b singer, bitch i'm a believer,

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo

Or take my dreams to a spearpoint and lance em

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again