This is a song about "Sleeping on the clouds"

But even if it rain, we get rained on together

No matter of the gray, the clouds, or the stormy weather

Watching for hollow-tip shots

100000000 people sleeping on cots

How you sleeping on my but then expect to make change

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

And if you wanna disturb the sleeping giant,

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Them out rapping me is like sleeping on the bong call it pipe dreams

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

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

And she would do anything for everything