This is a song about "Death dreams"

Thinkin of the the dreams

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Get a good job, follow your dreams

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

No responsibilities only focused on my dreams

Carefree i don’t need the stress

That's all u need is death

In private, not public in the streets

Is it normal to have lucid dreams

My dreams started coming true

Cause when i make this stew

I'm why baby mamas leave

A keen fiend with obscene dreams

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Its differs, with options, killing of his dreams