This is a song about "Galaxy dreams"

Believe i'll freddie krueger up your dreams.

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

Fill up a buster, my skill is bigger then a galaxy cluster.

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Five shots she ready to leave

Welcome to our dreams

Its differs, with options, killing of his dreams

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

Taking over all my dreams

Malcolm x, by any means

I give bitches dick and leave

In aberdeen chasing dreams

Defiant to this red giant, i'm not dying, flying out of this galaxy

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

These other lil' niggas just sellin' ya'll dreams

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans