This is a song about "Sleep over"

I loved watching her when she would sleep.

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

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

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

Place the knives precisely where you sleep

I can't eat, i can't sleep

If he does my soul to keep

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Homeless no where to sleep

And i ain't frontin for her

Your careers over, he’s slumped over/

Fucking ya own sister in her sleep

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

No sleep yep, plenty missed

You was bigger than an artist