This is a song about "A pillow of"

Our heads dont hit the pillow til we see sunlight

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

Go inside the mind, you will find the mine

A life of luxury or a life of crime/

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

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

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Put head on the pillow and go rest

Might as well get it off yo’ chest