This is a song about "The mid summers night dream"

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

Last night i had a dream about my wife

Killa never let the drama slide

And gave the dream team just every night

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Chasing after a dream lining up the tackle

Succeed in what you love the american dream

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Mid-drift, turn on the switch, broke but killing rappers that are rich

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

And i'm indecisive when the things are light

I used to dream of you all day and night

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

His story goes about summers, where he now suffers not being in the competition