This is a song about "Jason sleeping"

I hear it when i'm sleeping

A break from what you hearing

While you were pretending to be sleeping

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Sleeping habits adapted to the moon's orbit

I bagged it up, put it on the block and couldn't flip

Here i go again, searching for love

You dead sleeping with them fishes

Floppin all around like jason collins reading playboy

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

Run the other way screaming "where are you jason"

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

Now this is what i call an evening

Wake the fuck up and hear me, you must be sleeping