This is a song about "No sleep hustler"

Matricidal bloodsucker motherfucker, homicidal hustler,

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

No time to sleep, the job isn't done

Cold world no blanket son

Now it's time to eat

Maybe i just need some sleep,

I loved watching her when she would sleep.

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Like a #hustler on the #street or a new #magazine

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

Suave of a persona of a street hustler combining with theory's weaving of

Like, no bitch we didn't sleep together,

Uh, for worse or for better

Blinding me and keeping me up, no nights to sleep, for success is waiting

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing