This is a song about "Good dreams"

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

I wanna be next to you

When will my dreams come true

So goodnight and sweet dreams

I'm why baby mamas leave

Trying to follow dreams of glitz

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Get a good job, follow your dreams

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

A keen fiend with obscene dreams

Little more weed, first class seats

You need to keep good grades do good in school so those dreams don't flop.

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

All that ass in your jeans

I rap supreme no need for dreams