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

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

Hating my dad with passion for not showing up

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Holes in skulls, that stuff is my sleeping pill

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Fuckboys better wake up with all that sleeping

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

See. im unique with my flow, im not like the rest,

Real talk with no staging reveal my true felling this is not

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

They like talking, its like gossip

Sleeping with his eyes wide shut

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

I wish that i was sleeping in my bed cozy just dreaming

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars