This is a song about "Rap dreams"

Its differs, with options, killing of his dreams

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

Silenced, nothing is peachy keen, and so dreams,

At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes

Thinkin of the the dreams

So if you wanna leave

Cause after all the lights and screams

Believe i'll freddie krueger up your dreams.

I'm why baby mamas leave

I rap supreme no need for dreams

Bury me while i try producing my dreams

If you believe then you can achieve

All that ass in your jeans

He's just living in his dreams

To rap you need skill or watching all your dreams fall shatter

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper