This is a song about "Hood dreams"

No responsibilities only focused on my dreams

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Get blown like lawn leaves

So goodnight and sweet dreams

I'm why baby mamas leave

Warrents fights the strongest through my dreams.

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Dont get ya fucking hood invaded

I make songs about shit for attention

Real nigga shit. hood nigga section.

Can you decipher my dreams

And she throws up whatever she eats

Its differs, with options, killing of his dreams

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

A keen fiend with obscene dreams

Ass shots in her seven jeans