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

Dreaming heavy, deeming ready to accept my sleep

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

I slam my door shut and go back to sleep

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

When i saw my daughter take her first breath,all i thought of was how to reverse debt

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

T get this paper so my get to see the holiday

When all i just want to go to sleep, shut out the light.

Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right