This is a song about "Bad dreams"

Bury me while i try producing my dreams

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

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Is it normal to have lucid dreams

Thinkin of the the dreams

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

This why i always follow my dreams

Can barely walk the city streets

He's just living in his dreams

We all dream one day we kings and queens

I rap supreme no need for dreams

So goodnight and sweet dreams

So if you wanna leave