This is a song about "Sleeping in a trash can"

Holes in skulls, that stuff is my sleeping pill

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Makes me a piece of white trash,

In needing of a feeding its stopping me from sleeping

Child support ain't come, that faggot still ain't bought me anything

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

I'm a mad man , you the last in for casting, trashing your lyrics like a trash

I could accomplish any task, practicing trash talking in a trance

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

Just know fame has a price, lose everything

Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping