This is a song about "Dreams and haters"

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

And the dreams you left behind you didn’t need them

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

And fucking, haters got something to say

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Husteling and my dreams i be feeling

Or take my dreams to a spearpoint and lance em

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

Get easy then you'll see is just the weed and sleazy dreams,

At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes

With scars apon my wrists and razors in my dreams