This is a song about "She is my fantasy she only comes at night"

At night she asks me to sing her one of my melodies,

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

And kept saying how she had a great night

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

She comes to assess the situation, she definitely a talker

That is my wish, my fantasy.

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

She dreams of her fantasy world, living in a high place,

She comes to assess the situation, she definitely a talker

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

You be get up on this fly shit baby

She is the only one who was truly with me