This is a song about "Terrors"

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

Layer of fear flavor of terrors clear mantling i

I was weakened by my own night terrors i was an elm street with no night light,

Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can i come inside

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Remains ignorant, of the terrors he will shortly see/