This is a song about "Night dreams"

Bury me while i try producing my dreams

Can barely walk the city streets

Silenced, nothing is peachy keen, and so dreams,

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

Doing every day things, at night

Whether you wrong or you right

And she throws up whatever she eats

He's just living in his dreams

Taking over all my dreams

Five shots she ready to leave

Malcolm x, by any means

A keen fiend with obscene dreams

As much as i wanna leave

In aberdeen chasing dreams

I’ll be there every single night

It sends her on a trip so right