This is a song about "Sleeping bags"

Because i see right through your disguise

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

It aint funny, they got money bags stacked higher than everest

But fuck all you scum bags

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

And getting money is the song i sing

Fuckboys better wake up with all that sleeping

Sleeping in your beds and in your sheds,

A coward dies a thousand deaths

But i don't got the steak for y'all dishes

You dead sleeping with them fishes

Got a big fat lawsuit and everything

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

I'm done thinking, this ain't enough drinking

Couldn't keep sleeping, but kept thinking.