This is a song about "Swat dreams"

I rap supreme no need for dreams

We all dream one day we kings and queens

I'm why baby mamas leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

Bury me while i try producing my dreams

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

Rap attack your pack a rats coming in like swat teams,

And please never disrespect my set

Even when my dreams are dead

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

Both dreams got different parts

Finish line with the tire marks

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

In aberdeen chasing dreams