This is a song about "Realities and dreams"

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

Sold my soul to the devil and now all dreams are achievable

I was a reckless teen, with wild hopes and dreams,

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Husteling and my dreams i be feeling

Mines is family over everything

Left my member's card and now this shit gon have an extra charge

So my dreams turn to horror as is it and i watch

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

With scars apon my wrists and razors in my dreams

Silenced, nothing is peachy keen, and so dreams,

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

You succeeded when dreams and reality are almost equal

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

Time after time, again and again

And the dreams you left behind you didn’t need them