This is a song about "Lucid didactic accumen inchoherent effusive"

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

Open up your contacts then scroll

Sub-woofer bass boosted ay stay lucid

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

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

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

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

Everything lucid thru these glasses

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

Women at my pole