This is a song about "Bed"

I respect that you don't know yet

Ahead in life and out of bed

Grandpops gets shot when he's asleep in bed

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Comin' and goin' every moment in bed.

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

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

I'm grinding, putting these kids to bed

You already know you're dead

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Kill that whore right there in my bed

Shit you've read rapping from my bed

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

And repurpose other versions of your murder bed

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck