This is a song about "Killing our dreams"

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

A keen fiend with obscene dreams

Get blown like lawn leaves

In aberdeen chasing dreams

I'm why baby mommas leave

He's just living in his dreams

So goodnight and sweet dreams

Malcolm x, by any means

Not for attention for killing

I snatch your girl if you're slipping

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

I rap supreme no need for dreams

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

Hate it when i leave

Taking over all my dreams