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

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

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

I wish that i was sleeping in my bed cozy just dreaming

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Cheating, sleeping, its giving me a reason, beating, someone up.

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Makes me a piece of white trash,

Lights will flash, cars will crash

But there's too much trash in this bitch, get to cleaning/

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

In needing of a feeding its stopping me from sleeping

She can be my sleeping beauty

Who trill as me, roll two of tree