This is a song about "Sleeping wit yur gal"

Me? i'm never sleeping, only seeking the meaning

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

That gal want me ride har

Just to let you know, you are

Sleeping habits adapted to the moon's orbit

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

I hear it when i'm sleeping

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

Music that y'all condone

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

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

You dead sleeping with them fishes

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Fuckboys better wake up with all that sleeping

Light skinned women, all sex everything