This is a song about "Lucid dreams"

Welcome to our dreams

I'm why baby mamas leave

All that ass in your jeans

In aberdeen chasing dreams

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Everything lucid thru these glasses

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

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

I'm why baby mommas leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

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

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

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

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

Believe i'll freddie krueger up your dreams.

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets