This is a song about "Party of my dreams"

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

Trying to follow dreams of glitz

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Its differs, with options, killing of his dreams

She don’t give her nigga head

Even when my dreams are dead

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Taking over all my dreams

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

My dreams of being something were put on hold.

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo