This is a song about "Red dreams"

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

I rap supreme no need for dreams

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

Can you decipher my dreams

I'm why baby mamas leave

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

He's just living in his dreams

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Warrents fights the strongest through my dreams.

Whats marijuana? my fuckin eyes are never red

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Its differs, with options, killing of his dreams

Can barely walk the city streets