This is a song about "Rap dreams"

When will my dreams come true

Not to shit on you

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

Silenced, nothing is peachy keen, and so dreams,

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

I rap for the single moms supporting their dreams,

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

I rap supreme no need for dreams

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Taking over all my dreams

Little more weed, first class seats

Your rap dreams are something that you should be abandoning.

So they quote me and love me like i’m a poet or something

Believe i'll freddie krueger up your dreams.

Can barely walk the city streets