This is a song about "Sleep on me"

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Sleep haunts me. sleep tortures me. sleeps not what it's cracked up to be.

My burial at sea gets to me when i sleep, creeping up/

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

My calm energy, feel me and fall into sleep,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Speak too late be taken post to sleep on stakes

Where maino at? in my new whip with the same old strap

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap