This is a song about "Neverland of dreams"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I'm having dreams of his mother, taking her skin and displacing

What happened to the dreams of beaches with bitches?

Oh its over whole time she knows this

And crush your fuckin dreams cause im such a piece of shit

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

Through fiends and thieves dreams of shit grown on money trees,

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Thats how possibilities of dreams comin' true stay of out them

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

I ain't being facetious saying i speak for the culture

Dreams of a better life might get me through this cruel summer/

I had dreams, visions of doing things wichu baby,

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy