This is a song about "Pursuing my dreams but they re against it"

How is it that little nigga like me made it too my dreams

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

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

They label me a discriminanter so they discriminate against

Pursuing, galaxies.

Cuz you gon' chase cheese

But, you realize people who for against

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

But when i rage against haters they all afraid and get shook,

Can you decipher my dreams

Everything ain't what it seems

Gotta live your life and dreams, but people keep killing it

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

Taking over all my dreams

Can barely walk the city streets