This is a song about "A pillow of"

Promise me you won't step out of line

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

But if i do, like nicholson smother me with a pillow.

Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right

Every time she slept, held the pillow real tight

I'm the bastard son of a

You're fucking with me, nigga

You're a waste of time, a waste of space,

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

A little pillow he grips, just to cushion his landing

She probably had a reason though

Wake the fuck up get off the pillow

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

Refill the stomach of a biter, with the venom of a viper