This is a song about "Adam murray wets the bed"

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

I've spilled the blood of rappers before hopsin's out of bed/

I'll be under your bed at night, so drop to the floor,

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

Got a bitch scared to the point where she wet her bed

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

My nigga conrad murray just balled on him

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Straight to song writing the minute i get out ma bed

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

But i could barely afford the sheets on my bed

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Thats right little bitch, save yourself the embarrasment and go to bed

How the thort of you gets me outta bed

I work hard for everything i get