This is a song about "Slumber"

And to be honest i fathered a lot of brothers in this motherfucker

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

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

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

I guess imma beast, awoken from slumber

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

Alright take me on, i wouldn't do that my gramma could beat you with a

Kickin' in the door, and i'm everybody problem

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

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are