This is a song about "Everybody dies at their nightmares"

So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Everyone forgets their head at this depth

And inside your deepest nightmares

I can taste the salt from my tears

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Covering their arms with cuts and spending all their money at starbucks

God damn it, i'm one hell of a guy

Slashing at their wrists, wishing they'd die/

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

Niggas come at me with their flows

Beautiful nightmares must come true

Want to let you know i love you

Told their false thirst for death dies in his absence/

Penncounting pennys over tha years