This is a song about "Life and dreams"

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

And the dreams you left behind you didn’t need them

Silenced, nothing is peachy keen, and so dreams,

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Scarfin down barbiturates dreams and reality there's no different

Husteling and my dreams i be feeling

And my wish is to have everything

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Or take my dreams to a spearpoint and lance em

And cause all their dreams to rupture

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Spread thin between dreams and obligations,

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

Live the life i envision every minute in my dreams