This is a song about "Dreams an"

All that ass in your jeans

Get a good job, follow your dreams

In her dreams with young eyes she sees her hero with an imaginary cape

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

This why i always follow my dreams

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

These other lil' niggas just sellin' ya'll dreams

Five shots she ready to leave

Can you decipher my dreams

And she throws up whatever she eats

Its differs, with options, killing of his dreams

I'm why baby mommas leave

Is it normal to have lucid dreams

Haven't killed in weeks killed a fuck nigga then i wrapped him in some sheets

I'm an entity unseen like aliens unknown being causing you dark dreams