This is a song about "She is gone to dreams"

My dreams with her were flushed/i'm about to start giving up i thought she

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Now yu alone cuz she gone, no time to grieve or mourn,

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

But now that he is gone we finally get to mingle

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

Is it normal to have lucid dreams

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

To remain the bitch she is,

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Welcome to our dreams

In fly modei'm a homicidal outlawand five-o, get your lights on, fight long

I'm trying to figure out what's going on,before i could reach her she was gone

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

Silenced, nothing is peachy keen, and so dreams,