This is a song about "My daughter won t go to sleep"

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

I’ve got my daughter raised here, rocking her back to sleep,

And before you go to sleep tonight

Me and you i think we should ride

When i was starving now it's payback

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

The kind of stuff im pouring makes the bandits go to sleep,

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

She step away and that's when i see my daughter

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Didn't know where to go, didn't know where to sleep