This is a song about "Woman of my dreams"

You caught in the web of that woman

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

They push me to do my dreams of being an mc

Its differs, with options, killing of his dreams

And she throws up whatever she eats

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Bury me while i try producing my dreams

Something mean, look exactly just like the song say

Watching my woman of twenty years wither away,

Into half of the woman that she used to be yesterday.

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

This why i always follow my dreams

In private, not public in the streets

Trying to follow dreams of glitz

Nowadays usually it's his pockets