This is a song about "Doze of reality"

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

Body doze off, give em karate blows

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

I don't sleep because i'm scared to lose track of reality.

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Took me a while just to write those

It's the reality of leaving,

About the way i'm feeling

All of you faggots off the map back to reality its time to rap.

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

The numbness of reality like an orange

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

But that's reality.

Shit with our whole family