This is a song about "Nap time"

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Leave with their heads in a nap sack

Let's get you on the sack, hap. nap. tap you in your ass man.

But he ain't beggin' for itand you can't love it you can

You are crap can't rap keep strap take a nap fake crap...

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

In a collision, i see their ambition

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

Stalk that time get it get it time,time,oh give me some mo time

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

You're so drunk take a nap on your bunk, you’re dealing with stuntman, so be aware

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

That nap wrap gap trap bitmap match flap strap slap crap spat

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Your rap because it's crap you might thought of that in your nap