This is a song about "Sleep over"

And aye ya yai dun had some bad bitches

Enough pain already to sleep with

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

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

But i can't cry, instead i'm just a shoulder

Your careers over, he’s slumped over/

Maybe i just need some sleep,

But don't fall asleep

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

Crying myself to sleep every night,

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

If i can take you in my sleep,

Mmg and that's my clique

Homeless no where to sleep

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

I loved watching her when she would sleep.