This is a song about "Dreamy"

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now.

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

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

Who curse me wearing bikinis sleepy i'm feelin dreamy

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Just dreamy young boy and i'll always be

I live for the money plus im dreamy

But respect is more real, and ambition the key