This is a song about "Not being able to sleep because of my dad"

Ya know ya not able to compete in this race,

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

I don't sleep because i'm scared to lose track of reality.

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Hating my dad with passion for not showing up

To be able to eat and sleep whatever the weather/

Maybe they know him better, or i don't know no better

My understanding led to not being good, the gods only knew how to mock

And if i speak the good into existence, that instant my dreams will unlock

I need these pills to be able to sleep so i take three naps

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

Won't run out anytime soon