This is a song about "In my dreams"

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

I enjoy living in the fiction of my dreams

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

Filled with repressed trauma subconscious reaching out to me in my dreams

No responsibilities only focused on my dreams

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

With scars apon my wrists and razors in my dreams

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Day dreams of rappin' in the stages, crowds goin' wild crazy of my verses//

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Compose/ masterpieces in my dreams, pictures graphic

And a hi-hat made of plastic, nigga's sound is elastic