This is a song about "Young dreams"

Bury me while i try producing my dreams

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Both dreams got different parts

Please correct me, stretch marks

These other lil' niggas just sellin' ya'll dreams

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

In her dreams with young eyes she sees her hero with an imaginary cape

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

No responsibilities only focused on my dreams

Get a good job, follow your dreams

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Is it normal to have lucid dreams

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

He's just living in his dreams