This is a song about "Why don t i dream"

Since i was killed by the don,

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

I dream of makin green/

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

I hope you don seen i just killed this shit

Pursuin' my happiness, suitable rapper here

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

As i lie and cheat my way to the american dream

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team