This is a song about "Codeine dreams"

See me with codeine cups?

Or closed casket for our troubles

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Welcome to our dreams

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

No responsibilities only focused on my dreams

He's just living in his dreams

All that ass in your jeans

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

But i done did enough codeine to knock future into tomorrow

Thinkin of the the dreams

Hate it when i leave

We all dream one day we kings and queens

I rap supreme no need for dreams

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

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