This is a song about "Waking"

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

I’m waking up the whole game, maintaining control,

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

That rapbox shit, its over with like waking up when that coma quit

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

Then waking up in the morning sore next to a damned dead blonde whore

The bills kept raising the stress, i remember waking from bed

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

I’m waking up the whole game, maintaining control,

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

You waking the dead, don't test me hoe my weapons is real

If that bitch don't like you, she gonna tell you how she feel

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

Got me waking up at 4 just so i can write instead

Like morphine in the morning without the yawning or waking up

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut