This is a song about "Dreamy"

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Boom it hit the head headshot,guess im a little dreamy but its okay to die

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now.

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Just dreamy young boy and i'll always be

I live for the money plus im dreamy

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Who curse me wearing bikinis sleepy i'm feelin dreamy

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree