This is a song about "Chango s sleeping"

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

Sleeping habits adapted to the moon's orbit

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

100000000 people sleeping on cots

P-i double l in the building

Couldn't keep sleeping, but kept thinking.

You dead sleeping with them fishes

She can make a pimp fall in love

Or the chick leaving

And i'm sick of not sleeping,

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Sleeping with his eyes wide shut

Some niggas ain't got no luck