This is a song about "Dreams with my girl"

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

No responsibilities only focused on my dreams

A keen fiend with obscene dreams

Little more weed, first class seats

And she throws up whatever she eats

Taking over all my dreams

With your girl i call her my dome bitch

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Limelight, my mind's racing faced with these dreams we chasing/

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Bury me while i try producing my dreams

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

My girl was in fact with you in a wet dream