This is a song about "Sleeping logan"

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

While you were pretending to be sleeping

Sleeping with the fishes like a motherfucking otter.

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping

Just know fame has a price, lose everything

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

I once had this friend, his name was logan.

Wake up sleeping cheating im dreaming constantly competing

If i got all y'all, there won't be no sense in cheating

I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking

In needing of a feeding its stopping me from sleeping

Imprinting all my thinking on your linens while you're sleeping

Where you gotta give up your lifestyle for everything