This is a song about "Rap dreams"

Everything ain't what it seems

A keen fiend with obscene dreams

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Believe i'll freddie krueger up your dreams.

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

These other lil' niggas just sellin' ya'll dreams

Get blown like lawn leaves

In aberdeen chasing dreams

He's just living in his dreams

Hate it when i leave

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Silenced, nothing is peachy keen, and so dreams,

My dreams started coming true

Not to shit on you

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

I rap for the single moms supporting their dreams,