This is a song about "Can t pay for sleep"

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real

I aint about to pay for yours.

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

Bitches pay for a photo,spit fire, komoto

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

But tonight is all for me, so baby sleep tight

Slang some lean and pills so i can pay the rent

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

The nice neighborhoods can pay for that inside protection,

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

I can kill these writens i my sleep

I pray the lord my guns to keep

They say that sleep is for the weak