This is a song about "Lucid encounter"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

If you're being a downer this is not the right encounter

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

A space encounter serving paste and powder

Timmy got his bike stole

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

If you're being a downer this is not the right encounter

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

Of a lucid life we could be livin'.

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Is it normal to have lucid dreams

Watch how quickly they find a new leader

A space encounter serving paste and powder

She got that good good

Lord just look up lucid