This is a song about "Dreams"

A keen fiend with obscene dreams

Can barely walk the city streets

He's just living in his dreams

All that ass in your jeans

Believe i'll freddie krueger up your dreams.

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

I rap supreme no need for dreams

And she throws up whatever she eats

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

For achieve our dreams we must

This why i always follow my dreams

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Little more weed, first class seats

Can you decipher my dreams

At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes

Get a good job, follow your dreams