This is a song about "Making sleep"

Sleep raping all my ladies

We can make more, make babies

I loved watching her when she would sleep.

If he does my soul to keep

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

Enough pain already to sleep with

Place the knives precisely where you sleep

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

Like nas illmatic i never sleep cause sleep is the cousin death

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Making a difference,

But he don't rule a thing

About what they're not making

The mess you've been making.

I do the right thing