This is a song about "Lucid imaginations infiltrating vibrational manifestations"

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation.

Ukrainian giving dome top craniumass shot jeans like she painted themt-raw niggas try to favor him

Lord just look up lucid

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

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

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

Minds lucid from the mixtures

Let's enjoy our younger years

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Sub-woofer bass boosted ay stay lucid

Timmy got his bike stole

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

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