This is a song about "How my homies and i dont need sleep"

From the d-town to the dmv, got all these bad bitches

I need some sleep, it cant go on like this,

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

I can kill these writens i my sleep

And i need my turkey gravy and i need my kitty cat

That farrakhan hakeem olajuwon qaddafi rap

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

So i took me and my homies and went on some reconnaissance/

Need it in my hands, and i need it in my pants

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

I dont have to say it twice, no sleep, man i gotta get my rest out

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

I dont need a prescription

Lies, tangled with fiction

I slam my door shut and go back to sleep

But hey yo look, money from across the street