This is a song about "Must"

Beautiful nightmares must come true

I wanna be next to you

Or closed casket for our troubles

Nigga you must of gone nuts

He just get her bigger bags

It must rather be received as

Pass that, catch back, fast that

You must be getting faded

He must be able to soar, must have some powers

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

In earth, as it is in heaven

You must have some delerious brethren,

He's feeling stressed, he must transcend/

Niggas in the street scared

It must be my personality,

And i got a little big, keep it low key