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

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

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

Understand i dont need a weapon

So my armor, can strengthen

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

I slam my door shut and go back to sleep

And they all mint condition

I dont need a prescription

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

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

Livin life thinkin no man can hurt meso i'm askin -- before i lay me down to sleep

People be beat, feds come i dont even more my feet, lyrics like mine i dont need to be neat

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

The generational gap with yet another sensational track