This is a song about "Dreams an"

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

I'm why baby mommas leave

This why i always follow my dreams

Get a good job, follow your dreams

Five shots she ready to leave

So goodnight and sweet dreams

Hate it when i leave

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

I rap supreme no need for dreams

Popcorn relaxed take a seat enjoy the show were all a bunch of freaks,

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

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

Bury me while i try producing my dreams

All that ass in your jeans

Thinkin of the the dreams