This is a song about "Lucid dreams"

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

This why i always follow my dreams

Can barely walk the city streets

He's just living in his dreams

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Its differs, with options, killing of his dreams

In aberdeen chasing dreams

As much as i wanna leave

A keen fiend with obscene dreams

Get blown like lawn leaves

These other lil' niggas just sellin' ya'll dreams

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

I like to use the same words with different meanings, it gives you excitement like lucid dreaming,