This is a song about "Time of dreams"

Chasing your dreams instead of chasing a niggas paper

Tryna find a secret garden just like tyler the creator

Just fresh out of the ashes it's a detroit fucking classic from when

Thats how possibilities of dreams comin' true stay of out them

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

What happened to the dreams of beaches with bitches?

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

Get blown like lawn leaves

Thinkin of the the dreams

His anger ignites, dreams were shattered of his name in big lights.

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Dreams of the world, diamonds rubies

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

I have a pocket full of dreams, but not the jeans yet

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead