This is a song about "Achieving dreams"

Ass shots in her seven jeans

A keen fiend with obscene dreams

Can barely walk the city streets

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Achieving success by killing those who would lie to me

Can you decipher my dreams

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

Is it normal to have lucid dreams

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Silenced, nothing is peachy keen, and so dreams,

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Thanks for achieving all the promises

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Receiving a win in the end is what i'm achieving,