This is a song about "Our dreams"

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

So then our dreams vanished, i was indeed panicked

My sim card's the bomb

Gotta take my dreams on

We teach our future our past

You’re on neon lights in my bank

Get a good job, follow your dreams

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

No responsibilities only focused on my dreams

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Is it normal to have lucid dreams

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

I rap supreme no need for dreams

Way too big for my my fucking jeans