This is a song about "It s time for bed"

I gotta do it for my people by the time i vanish

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

James bond, tom ford outta haute couture

.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

It even came with furnishings, alright its time for nannys shift

Noticed it was 10pm. shit! bed time.

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Choices make it pointless haunted things in my bed,

I really can't under what s the fighting for

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore