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

I'm late working, i know i didn't come home that evening

In needing of a feeding its stopping me from sleeping

Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

Sleeping in the ground on a mound full of shit i'll spit on your tomb, i would've even

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

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

Carefree i don’t need the stress

But you can't trash a mess

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

They say nothings ever free

She can be my sleeping beauty