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

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

So now we in the hotel, mirrors on the ceiling

Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything

Hot coffee for you niggas sleeping, you bitter let me put kareem in

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Sleeping with the fishes like a motherfucking otter.

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Don't violate my patience i'm waiting, to kill a man

In a fashion and manner that only he the good lord can.

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

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

Sleeping in your beds and in your sheds,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks