This is a song about "Sleeping bags"

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

While you were sleeping, i was writing rhymes

Fuck it, im leaving

And i'm sick of not sleeping,

While you were pretending to be sleeping

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Sleeping with his eyes wide shut

A twenty somethin cup

Procrastion, penetration, and to speak while you sleeping

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

But fuck all you scum bags

Switch swag on you little dick fags

You dead sleeping with them fishes

But i guess that shit's just tough love

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Wake the fuck up and hear me, you must be sleeping