This is a song about "My dancing dreams"

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

Live the life i envision every minute in my dreams

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Bury me while i try producing my dreams

Even when my dreams are dead

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Can barely walk the city streets

Can you decipher my dreams

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Compose/ masterpieces in my dreams, pictures graphic

I enjoy living in the fiction of my dreams

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

With scars apon my wrists and razors in my dreams

In private, not public in the streets

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

Filled with repressed trauma subconscious reaching out to me in my dreams