This is a song about "Drunk on reality"

Check these slow pokes trippin' like they're piss drunk,

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Knees dug deep into the pavement

Slurring my words mom knows i'm drunk

Anxiety, anxiety, tripping over reality

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

But that dream was reality, just another fatality, they gauge on popularity

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Cause it your boy j reality

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Listen to me. open you eyes to reality.