This is a song about "My homies and i cant find time to sleep"

Cuz every time i try to smile i find it's just beyond my grasp

I still be splitting women like a bogus hocus-pocus act

And all my homies locked down and they waitin' to get released

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

My burial at sea gets to me when i sleep, creeping up/

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

You cant run you cant hide , they find you and detach you

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

So i might find when it's my time and my fly rhymes have a byline

I wake back up i cant find my car i gotta blues clues

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

I find it hard to find

I got a lot on my mind

Time to flip the switch and find my true fate/

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape