This is a song about "Sleep over"

Your careers over, he’s slumped over/

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

Dreaming heavy, deeming ready to accept my sleep

I can always go home and look down my street

Place the knives precisely where you sleep

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

Sometimes it results in a permant sleep.

Fucking ya own sister in her sleep

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

Enough pain already to sleep with

I don't sleep, instead i think of it, obsess over it, dream of it

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Didn't know where to go, didn't know where to sleep

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap