This is a song about "Bed"

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Or even fucking cutting in bed/

And then leave your ass in a hospital bed.

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

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

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Still laying in my bed

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Grandpops gets shot when he's asleep in bed

Like a church in debt

Sitting there in his bed,

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

Why you woke up alone in a bed

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Bought a new house, kitchen & bed!