This is a song about "Bed"

And then leave your ass in a hospital bed.

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Cause i’m getting more kids, then michael’s bed/

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

Well shit... she bled, on the bed,

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

I'm grinding, putting these kids to bed

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Ahead in life and out of bed

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

Still laying in my bed

Lemonhead end up dead

I respect that you don't know yet

Shit you've read rapping from my bed

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Bought a new house, kitchen & bed!