This is a song about "The dreamer"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

Than the birds on the wire

My records sell, yes sir

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

And you can tell everyone

The bigger the the fun

I'm spotted on different beaches, cohiba smoking reefer

For misdemeanors, dreamer, held back ass is lowkey still a senior

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Mad dreamer, you better fear me like im the grim reaper.