This is a song about "Vision dreams of passion but school tunis it"

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

Everyone has to go to school, you must to live dreams

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Some of the people admire your spiritual vision

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

I can't back down, because i have the passion for it

Interference of dreams or whatever it means put on some tight jeans

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Carry kids like weightlifting school buses full of it

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

We made love with all sorts of passion

My talent should take me places i've never been

Ambition, pardon my ambition

Seduced by vision of thug livin'