This is a song about "Killing our dreams"

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Whether it was prison or a killing,

Cause after all the lights and screams

Taking over all my dreams

My divine itching and shrine killing

Ricky is sitting, baba was sitting

A keen fiend with obscene dreams

I'm why baby mommas leave

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

How about our president killing innocent kids?

A beautiful 'puffee , killing

Hey your honor, is you kidding