This is a song about "Me getting laid"

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Unforgotten memories and an unshaken mentality keeps getting at me

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

People are getting sick and tired of just hearing me sick it,

We're out with the stars, you're on your way to the best night ever

When you broke up with me we started getting bad whether

Emcees love to fuckin' judge me until they're laid to rest,

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Just me getting higher and higher

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Bruce banner's getting pissy, so don't try to offend me,

Nightmares will never kill me/ but are steadily getting worse

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Lemonade connoisseur life's lemons coming out

They wanted me to kneel or getting push around