This is a song about "Wake up in it"

Don't wake up, don't wake up, don't wake up too fast

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

But when i wake up,your gonna die in rampant

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Wake back up in the morgue and climb down from the shelf

And as for us, we was different though. things have gotten difficult

Wake up we living in a time where chaos is imminent

You wake up and you cant believe it

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

Fuck with me and youll wake up in a pitch black pit

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

You will wake up in the er with your body covered in stitches

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

You can win but ill still make you wake up in sweats