This is a song about "Sleep parlaysis"

Cause they right down the street

Maybe i just need some sleep,

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

Sleep on me like these kidnaps

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

Place the knives precisely where you sleep

Or count sheep while you sleep

Nightmare on any street

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

If i can take you in my sleep,

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

I can kill these writens i my sleep

The kind of stuff im pouring makes the bandits go to sleep,

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

I ain't gonna eat, i ain't gonna sleep

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap