This is a song about "Give me back my sleep"

I slam my door shut and go back to sleep

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Buts its funny how all my niggas always give me feedback

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Can't you give me some time just to sip my beer?

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

Give me 4 more years to find my fate

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

I’ve got my daughter raised here, rocking her back to sleep,

Even in my sleep they keep calling me,

Third ward general, young cash money

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

Put this pussy to sleep cat nap ull get smacked back

And a back rub come slut give me a reason to reply

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly