This is a song about "Waking a somnambulist"

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

Dreaming about making it as a rapper but waking up and still climbing the ladder,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Waking up in the hospital a few weeks later,

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Dreaming about making it as a rapper but waking up and still climbing the ladder,

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

Ohh baby i love the way you make a nigga feel

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