This is a song about "My nightmares"

Beautiful nightmares must come true

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

I prefer your applause without a handout

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Nightmares ensue, and creepily pursue my mind, doused in pain,

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

You can hear it in my lyrics

And add nightmares to the mix.

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

, fools think shits rough but my nightmares the scariest,

And inside your deepest nightmares

Cause i can't seem to feel myself

Little women be mommas, little niggas ain’t fathers

Nightmares will never kill me/ but are steadily getting worse