This is a song about "Sleep the day away"

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Sleep creep ya with the taser

And maybe one day i could put this pain away

How i think about you every day

I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room

The judgment day away is growing closer, on that dreaded noon,

Or run through a pothole at two in the morning

And every day my mama drifts jobs like she's sleep-walking,

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Get away scott free cause im more descreat than sleep,

Gave away for another day a real renisance man

But he ain't beggin' for itand you can't love it you can

Place the knives precisely where you sleep

If you don't know, maybach is the clique