This is a song about "Good dreams"

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

When will my dreams come true

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

Get a good job, follow your dreams

So here i am at the store for some chips

Trying to follow dreams of glitz

Both dreams got different parts

You haters put up your guards

This why i always follow my dreams

Five shots she ready to leave

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

In aberdeen chasing dreams

Cause there'll never be peace

Dreams of the world, diamonds rubies

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams