This is a song about "Dreamland"

These ghosts appeared and they look like they wanna smash my face

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Your punch lines are pitiful

I could accomplish any task, practicing trash talking in a trance

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

I sell hot peas and butter, don't want to see you suffer

This whiney ass fucker is just another sucker

Fedoras creating the euphoria,

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Im ad lib bin while the sticking to script like magnets

One of the ghosts lunged with speed and went inside of me

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening

Crossover give ed to d, so that i'll leave ill sucker limping