This is a song about "Dreams die"

In aberdeen chasing dreams

Gotta go, let her leave

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Its differs, with options, killing of his dreams

So goodnight and sweet dreams

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

A bystandered made die

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

I wanna get with you

My dreams started coming true

She gotta hold her head up high

People steal, people die,

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Who watched his father die

All my niggas ride or die

I like big butts and i cannot lie