This is a song about "Sleeping with everyone"

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

With the insanest blast and everyone will die from inhaling ash

Just to attain the freedom status to everyone with hatred

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Face other attackers, everyone armed with daggers

Then ya panicked making sure everyone was okay with you.

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Everyone has the darkness in em and its no different with me,

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

Sleeping with his eyes wide shut

What a mess! but we clean in the club

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

Chorus: with everyone around, just doubting me.