This is a song about "Sleepiness"

That's another topic, we should start a project

Rules you cant comprehend, pretend to be content

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

For the intoxicating lyrical content of my song,

Only content when no one else is present, staring at resin the last in his possession

And see mostly all of them have made you somewhat incapable of a first impression

Sleezy look at my dope, it aint leafy so potent itll leave you sleepy

Got all these cats surroundin' me, trying to get a freebie

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

Content to be a spectator than stand in the ring,

In sight explicit content i emphasize

Just to prove a simple point, my name is analyze

Like mr. sandman i am the closer/

That's too many problems, too late to think over

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Now, you're nauseous and dormant anger now monstrous,