This is a song about "Slumber"

And there's little to be glad for

I guess imma beast, awoken from slumber

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

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

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

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

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

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

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

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

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

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer