This is a song about "Bad in bed"

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Or even fucking cutting in bed/

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Ahead in life and out of bed

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Grandpops gets shot when he's asleep in bed

Kill that whore right there in my bed

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

Wake up in the morning sitting on my bed

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Choices make it pointless haunted things in my bed,

I work hard for everything i get

Putting all you desperate rappers wrapped up in bed

Dump yo ashes in my bed,

She don’t give her nigga head