This is a song about "The mid summers night dream"

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

All night, till the morning we dream so long

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

All night, till the morning we dream so long

I suffocated the little motherfucking punk last night.

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

My dreams have not yet taken flight, i dream about it every night

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

Triple claws to the mid like you met freddie

Playbook like a oxford dictionary

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

As i lie and cheat my way to the american dream

The dream team is nothing but a dream

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean