This is a song about "Lucid sling"

Bring bling & sling feelings like we're healing/

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

While living, at home with mommy and daddy, i sling dimes out the trunk of my black caddy,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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

Is it normal to have lucid dreams

We all dream one day we be kings and queens

So you finally got the nerve

Minds lucid from the mixtures

Until my flesh hardened so pardon

Me and black don't fake jacks but we might sling one

Women at my pole

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul