This is a song about "Sleepin"

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

You sleepin countin sheep while im recording to a great beat,

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

My sleepin' pills though, shit man do they do the trick

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

These niggas sleepin on me, i can hear all them snore

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Cause i'll come creep in while your sleepin then pretend to be freddy

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Never sleepin weekends im feenana keep this beaten mind

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

Sleepin' on the floor of a tent in bitter pain.