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

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

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

He mastered the habits of rappin passin em on with passion

It wasn't a matter of my cannabis passion!

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

That's cold icy,vision blurry but i see,

Work straight out the kitchen

Got the eyes of laser vision

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

But now i'm in high school

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

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