This is a song about "Sleeping wit yur gal"

Obviously i know yur hella lot dummer than me.

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

100000000 people sleeping on cots

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Sleeping with the fishes like a motherfucking otter.

Sleeping habits adapted to the moon's orbit

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

Aint no normal gal learning to rap

Iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat

Now this is what i call an evening

While you were pretending to be sleeping

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Same bitch you fuckin wit , yo nigga had a kid wit

Couldn't keep sleeping, but kept thinking.

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing