This is a song about "Can t sleep"

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Secret society all we ask is trust

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Its soo-woo season and shawty dick teasin' now for that reason

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

I can't eat, i can't sleep

This is the concrete

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

You got reason to brag

That's just the beginning of war

You don;t thin anymore

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Demons torture me in my sleep

Reminds me i can capture sleep. (rapture)

And there's little to be glad for