This is a song about "Sleeping good"

Sleeping on the streets putting beside him some purses

And i be talking about me, i do this

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

She can be my sleeping beauty

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

My sleeping beauty will probably never wake,

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Me? i'm never sleeping, only seeking the meaning

Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping

You niggas is anything, my bitches get everything

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

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Sleeping with his eyes wide shut

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

We're young and we don't give a fuck