This is a song about "Russia dreams"

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Thinkin of the the dreams

Is it normal to have lucid dreams

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Welcome to our dreams

Get blown like lawn leaves

Trying to follow dreams of glitz

My team getting digits

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

And she throws up whatever she eats

Five shots she ready to leave

Warrents fights the strongest through my dreams.

He's just living in his dreams

I'm why baby mommas leave

Her nose is whiter than russia in the winter time

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line