This is a song about "Slumber"

As i sit back and slumber, i wonder at the time

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

I guess imma beast, awoken from slumber

Maybe party but theres no slumber.. she my baby but theres no bubba

To pete. ganja to marijuana. causing psychodrama when i end the

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I'm uttering whatever like i was mumbling in my slumber

I'll be there in an instantwho am i to judge another brother, only on his cover

Why do i need to be the one who suffers,i can't enjoy my self while i slumber

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Away to slumber in my house so i could paint 'em and sell 'em,