This is a song about "Our dreams"

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Believe i'll freddie krueger up your dreams.

In private, not public in the streets

Everything ain't what it seems

Warrents fights the strongest through my dreams.

Its differs, with options, killing of his dreams

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

I'm why baby mommas leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

That's word to my mom

Gotta take my dreams on

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

For achieve our dreams we must

Is it normal to have lucid dreams

I'm why baby mamas leave