This is a song about "Trying to make my dream come true all the problems with me"

All these people who were trying to make me believe there were no bright times in sight

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

Niggas is working forever my bars

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

U try to diss me but thats all u come up with,

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

Trying to talk about the problems, and still i ask for help,

A mother’s son dead, was killed by some kids popped

Baby your my dream come true i really want

Since back in high school, we was true, me and you

Imagine my life with out you your my dream come true.

Give me dome, then let me skate

Till the hate..... pushed me to my true .........fate