This is a song about "Im in his dreams"

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Compose/ masterpieces in my dreams, pictures graphic

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

Im going to be in your nightmares and dreams of the day

With scars apon my wrists and razors in my dreams

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Deserve to be heard that's the vision in my dreams,

Im like jordan in his prime i go soarin with these lines

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

See i'm still yelling at my mama in my dreams

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

We all dream one day we kings and queens