This is a song about "Lost visions"

That's a super prison where its useless thinking of future visions

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

We can do like 8 positions

When i sleep in my dreams i have visions

These are visions from the wulf

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

Of venom to ya feelings and ya visions of heart

Now i got visions of sippin lean with rocky gettin horizontal/

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Chasing the visions of perfect renditions

To achieve any of these, we just let these visions past by,

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

Uptown roamers, and south side riders

Waterfalls and visions on my visors/