This is a song about "Pocket full of dreams"

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Full of futile exercises, for a future full of bars

It's full of gold medals,

Or closed casket for our troubles

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Dreams riding him on rockets shit in his locket of rhymes from his pocket

Boot full of the ounces

That's why i shine like i does

Like a line full of hoes

No, no, we are not those

Thinkin of the the dreams

Get blown like lawn leaves

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

Full of myself, but still hungry

Cause we done did that

This towns full of bull shit