This is a song about "Sum nap"

She said she wanna man, told her im real rap

That nap wrap gap trap bitmap match flap strap slap crap spat

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

And take a nap till tomorrow, face down, on my chin

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Ain't had none in a while i need sum aspirations

So, they hate and they say

U feel sum type of way,

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Sniff coke, drink coke and rum, smoke some, become a bum, then take the sum

That's an ambien each nap, how many valium, three

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Do the math, get the sum

But that’s just life, where i’m from

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Got sum real bad hoes that will fuck me for free