This is a song about "Bugs sleep tickets"

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

I'm mean, it seems trife but in this life i see feds' plantin' bugs,

Say bye bye to her

Got tickets peter piper

Maybe i just need some sleep,

If he does my soul to keep

Or count sheep while you sleep

Now it's time to eat

Making records they want, that was wrecking my brilliance

We pay for lottery tickets, problems in disappearance

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Im still the youngest cat spitting off some tickets

Feds with bugs like the southern heat, power's unplugged

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust