This is a song about "Sleep aids"

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Giving aids and hiv to baby mamas, stacking riches,

Me and my peeps often meet

I can kill these writens i my sleep

Are your hands still shaking? are those aids?

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

I can't eat, i can't sleep

If he does my soul to keep

She too bad to pass, so fine i'm gon' speak

Fucking ya own sister in her sleep

And when you're black or latin know they administer aids,

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

Your rhymes will receive less attention then and aids patient

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Like nas illmatic i never sleep cause sleep is the cousin death