This is a song about "Bad dreams"

A keen fiend with obscene dreams

Ass shots in her seven jeans

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

Bury me while i try producing my dreams

Everything ain't what it seems

Welcome to our dreams

Even when my dreams are dead

Sunroof flow so over your head

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Trying to follow dreams of glitz

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Get a good job, follow your dreams

I rap supreme no need for dreams

Malcolm x, by any means

No responsibilities only focused on my dreams

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans