This is a song about "My nightmares"

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Beautiful nightmares must come true

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

Grab my knife and my gun

Tryna find the one

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

Put him to sleep, where he'd just keep, having nightmares bout these streets

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

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Scream like nightmares from a street