This is a song about "Not sleeping with my gir"

You're not unique, what, you got with my mom, in the sheets?

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

And panned out, i'm all in love

You dead sleeping with them fishes

But five years from now i bet she see

She can be my sleeping beauty

How you sleeping on my but then expect to make change

Nigga, you pull over, fuck a rover range

Imprinting all my thinking on your linens while you're sleeping

And so it's back to mcdonald's and every month dealing

My bens stops with a beep make some friends but not with the cops

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

The time is now, on everything

And i'm sick of not sleeping,