This is a song about "Nap"

I was sitting on the couch trying to take a nap

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

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

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Rap skills when i cap kills like gangsters with nap pills

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

You might collapse and take a nap for all of eternity

I need to tell my opposites it’s their nap time/

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

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

Or get knocked out, shh time for you to take a nap

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat