This is a song about "My dreams on being a singer"

Im on fire lyrical supplier, being the best is my only desire

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

I'm an entity unseen like aliens unknown being causing you dark dreams

Average techniques that leave you in disbelief stomp an gutted in your local streets

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

My dreams of being something were put on hold.

All that ass in your jeans

A keen fiend with obscene dreams

Im a killer its my mental thriller, im not a singer but yes, i am a sinner,

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer

Demons in my dreams, i keep seeing my body wash up on a shore

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

No responsibilities only focused on my dreams

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Ha, there gonna be haters saying im not a rapper but a little singer

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her