This is a song about "I still can t t fucking sleep"

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I'm in plex, i got to munch you as t. rex,

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Uh, well, don't waste time

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

The one who can´t even show a real smile

Run for cover and return fire

You don;t thin anymore

No ho, acquainted with the floor

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.