This is a song about "Story about dreams"

So i think about the future with dreams that i can touch,

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

What's real/ i want to tell you a story about a beautiful arab

Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic

Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick

Hopin' that my niggas see

But she dont know the story

Malcolm x, by any means

Thinkin of the the dreams

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But my dads a different story

My dreams have not yet taken flight, i dream about it every night

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

Look it something they can't ever see

A convoluted story, not really