This is a song about "Time of dreams"

But you hate them navel kisses

Since i was a child, i had dreams of

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Mouth of midas so dreams are close clean

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

My dreams of being something were put on hold.

Call me cocky i love it, baby father a sucker

Dreams of a better life might get me through this cruel summer/

Dreams of balling like spalding up until i was thirteen

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

Its differs, with options, killing of his dreams

I summed it up in a verse my kelly rowland's waiting

I'm having dreams of his mother, taking her skin and displacing

Little more weed, first class seats

Thinkin of the the dreams