This is a song about "Codeine dreams"

At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes

Believe i'll freddie krueger up your dreams.

No responsibilities only focused on my dreams

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

3 or 4 times a day, do codeine and are dope fiends,

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

All that ass in your jeans

A keen fiend with obscene dreams

We race foreign cars, custom models

See me with codeine cups?

Is it normal to have lucid dreams

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Get a good job, follow your dreams