This is a song about "Sleep aids"

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

I can't eat, i can't sleep

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

Homeless no where to sleep

Folarin, the muse of the hater

Sleep creep ya with the taser

Giving aids and hiv to baby mamas, stacking riches,

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Sleep does not come for me. sleep does not confort me.

I can kill these writens i my sleep

I can always go home and look down my street

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Place the knives precisely where you sleep