This is a song about "Lucid"

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

Is it normal to have lucid dreams

Lord just look up lucid

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

18 year sentence with no parole

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

So lucid lucifer would lose it if the shoe fits shooting clips before the truth admits

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

It's apart of her goal

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Theres a lucid, lively, nigga jiving in all of us/

Maybe one day, i can say, i'm apart of strange music, but i know thats just a lucid

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid