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

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Me and all my homies like to chill n shit

As i lay me down to sleep my insanity hits it's peak

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

Pocketing sleep time, burning up my dream flow.

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

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

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

Every time i find you keep going deeper in my mind

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

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

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

I cant find a place or help myself to digest