This is a song about "Bad dreams"

He's just living in his dreams

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Its differs, with options, killing of his dreams

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

In aberdeen chasing dreams

I'm why baby mamas leave

When will my dreams come true

I'm tryna learn somethin new

You haters put up your guards

Both dreams got different parts

Malcolm x, by any means

I rap supreme no need for dreams

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Five shots she ready to leave

So goodnight and sweet dreams