This is a song about "Bad dreams"

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Gotta take my dreams on

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

Its differs, with options, killing of his dreams

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

Warrents fights the strongest through my dreams.

I say "stay", she wanna leave

My dreams started coming true

Nigga there's nothin' left of you

What preceded was the clue

When will my dreams come true

Is it normal to have lucid dreams

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

I'm why baby mommas leave

Thinkin of the the dreams