This is a song about "Sleep the day away"

For us to find our way

We put the world away

Gave away for another day a real renisance man

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

At the war, i set blitzkrieg and your under a deep sleep

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

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

Place the knives precisely where you sleep

I pray the lord my guns to keep

She will never get by, no how no way

An hour away makes our day

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

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon