can’t sleep

I can’t sleep I be counting sheep in my silk bed sheets slippers fresh off my feet I need to call up a freak I miss the days of the c I was 5 1 beast from the west to the east north side where I be smoking tree sipping on my Hennessy getting faded like a G bout to fly to ur city if u into selling weed I c walked it some bees uncles was gds vice lords in the city all getting the money joc some plots down for me community money need it safer for the kids this poverty got me piss