This is a song about "Reaching your dre"

Give me dome, then let me skate

Dr. dre, don't just stand there, operate!

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

By judgmental human beings, constantly reaching,

Filled with repressed trauma subconscious reaching out to me in my dreams

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Our vision never changed, we self made

Reaching the top i lay my hand on the gate.

Suffocated screams of mine that arent reaching ears,

Before i lay down, i thank god for the blessings