This is a song about "Dancing dreams"

Get a good job, follow your dreams

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Can you decipher my dreams

I give bitches dick and leave

Malcolm x, by any means

So goodnight and sweet dreams

He gave me some excuse like he's dancing on the ceiling

Hold on to the now, cuz i know sex be changing everything

All these diamonds dancing on my wrist

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit

Taking over all my dreams

So if you wanna leave

A keen fiend with obscene dreams

And she throws up whatever she eats