This is a song about "The girls of our dreams"

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Trying to follow dreams of glitz

All the the errors of our ways,

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

If you believe then you can achieve

Its differs, with options, killing of his dreams

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

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Setting the stone in the river current and having dreams of futures he never foresaw

Truth is, my shit don't get publicized, when in reality, i already shit on yaw

So then our dreams vanished, i was indeed panicked

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

I enjoy living in the fiction of my dreams

The sea of people with dreams, are deemed to be treated as the equals to fleas

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese