This is a song about "Making sleep"

Why not me the same thing

A ghetto in the making.

That damier bag i bought her

Sleep creep ya with the taser

If i can take you in my sleep,

Yeah i know we never got to meet

See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches

Enough pain already to sleep with

I can always go home and look down my street

I can kill these writens i my sleep

Maybe i just need some sleep,

Indubitably i'm too street

Niggas is unifying as we speak

I ain't gonna eat, i ain't gonna sleep

Sometimes i think better when i sleep

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet