This is a song about "Cats sleeping"

I hear it when i'm sleeping

A break from what you hearing

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

Where would i be without my dogs

100000000 people sleeping on cots

And i'm sick of not sleeping,

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Now this is what i call an evening

Fuckboys better wake up with all that sleeping

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Killed so many cats my nicknames curiosity

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Procrastion, penetration, and to speak while you sleeping