This is a song about "The girl of my dreams"

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

I can't take the pain and sorrow of losing my baby girl.

The money trees, triple beam, the dreams of jugs,

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

I vent my dreams cause the pens intense to me

Atop the pyramid, i'm on my i m pei dreams

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

My dreams of being something were put on hold.

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

I enjoy living in the fiction of my dreams

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Thinking of the girl in my basement named mallory

Im the best in my dreams and nothing less in real life

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive