This is a song about "I m sleeping"

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Cos i m working in this shit...which my daddy made...

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Bt i m still writing my rap which is lyrical and melodious....

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Trade in my white tee for a tie and a sweater

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

While you were sleeping, i was writing rhymes

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights