This is a song about "Woman of my dreams"

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

This is my point of view, ya dreams of leaving ant ever coming true,

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

Day dreams of rappin' in the stages, crowds goin' wild crazy of my verses//

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

I'm why baby mommas leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

I hear her crying she's a woman of a strength

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

My dreams of being something were put on hold.

My dreams started coming true

Streets is calling you