This is a song about "Sleeping beauty"

While you were sleeping, i was writing rhymes

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

Just to see the beauty in your eyes.

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Procrastion, penetration, and to speak while you sleeping

So now we in the hotel, mirrors on the ceiling

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

Speaking in which your beauty is divine

And i'm sick of not sleeping,

I was born to do the damn thing

Why i’m dizzy it’s your beauty

You a lady boss, now you fly free

She can be my sleeping beauty

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

I’m the beast and you’re the beauty