This is a song about "Sleeping pills"

Tired of sifting through my mail i feel like cartwright, bills

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding

While you were pretending to be sleeping

100000000 people sleeping on cots

You pull up in parking lots

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

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

You left your nigga on his own

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

Procrastion, penetration, and to speak while you sleeping

Hold on to the now, cuz i know sex be changing everything

I hear it when i'm sleeping

Get off a key like i can’t sing