This is a song about "Codeine dreams"

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Can you decipher my dreams

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

But i done did enough codeine to knock future into tomorrow

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

These other lil' niggas just sellin' ya'll dreams

Taking over all my dreams

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Pussy motherfuckers leanin' like codeine fiends, he's mean,

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme