This is a song about "Sleep beneath"

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Beneath the surface of your skin like surgeons

Homeless no where to sleep

But don't fall asleep

I feel the coals burnin' scorchin' beneath my soles

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Your the scum of the earth beneath me

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Release the energy stored beneath

I'm why baby mamas leave

Sittin up in the trees, spittin "what?" to whatevers beneath

Ironic we on air, but they never let us breathe

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

I know it can't get no worse than police or beneath.

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Beneath the surface of your skin like surgeons