This is a song about "Nap time"

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

That's an ambien each nap, how many valium, three

You reflect in this heart of mine

It's refrigeration time

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

And take a nap till tomorrow, face down, on my chin

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

I hate pop so much and rate the job as such a nap

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

I was sitting on the couch trying to take a nap

If nap was experience then you woke up

On they car note to go to the club

Put this pussy to sleep cat nap ull get smacked back

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

It's waking time, time to drop