This is a song about "Dope dreams"

I fucking hate this job

You smokin on laced dope

Warrents fights the strongest through my dreams.

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

Welcome to our dreams

I'm why baby mamas leave

In aberdeen chasing dreams

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

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

So goodnight and sweet dreams

Five shots she ready to leave

Lyrical genius, my flow so dope

Motivated just from being broke

Said they smokin on that dope

I know you just doing your job