This is a song about "3 days no sleep"

But this is it, no sleep, throw a fit

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Like, no bitch we didn't sleep together,

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

No time to sleep, the job isn't done

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Blinding me and keeping me up, no nights to sleep, for success is waiting

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Call me 3 days grace, im 3 doors down

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

Yo randall, i'm half of what you are in just 3 days

Put expressions in their music and create the face

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

No joke used to rock the same clothes for anything under 4 days,