This is a song about "Broken dreams"

Streaks are made to broken

For those whey no fit dey fix son

And she throws up whatever she eats

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

Five shots she ready to leave

Taking over all my dreams

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Sent from a heart that has been broken.

Somethings broken, awoken, unspoken

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Are grieving and broken

Mami... she open, she open

I'm why baby mommas leave

I rap supreme no need for dreams

As much as i wanna leave

In aberdeen chasing dreams