This is a song about "Dreams"

No responsibilities only focused on my dreams

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

We all dream one day we be kings and queens

And she throws up whatever she eats

In aberdeen chasing dreams

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Welcome to our dreams

Hate it when i leave

Silenced, nothing is peachy keen, and so dreams,

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

So goodnight and sweet dreams

Is it normal to have lucid dreams

Everything ain't what it seems