This is a song about "Lucid dreams"

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

No responsibilities only focused on my dreams

So goodnight and sweet dreams

Hate it when i leave

Believe i'll freddie krueger up your dreams.

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

And if my record never break, i still won’t break my promise

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

In private, not public in the streets

Its differs, with options, killing of his dreams

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

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

We can't afford the property taxes

Everything lucid thru these glasses