This is a song about "Reaching your dre"

Filled with repressed trauma subconscious reaching out to me in my dreams

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

By judgmental human beings, constantly reaching,

Reaching the top i lay my hand on the gate.

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

I’m a blonde dre, now gimme kanye’s glasses

That naturally act like these raps is a mattress

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Reaching the core at its rottenest, monopoly marketed,