This is a song about "Bed"

The bills kept raising the stress, i remember waking from bed

While everybody got ammunition on deck

I put my body to bed

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

I'm grinding, putting these kids to bed

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

I put my body to bed

Ahead in life and out of bed

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

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

Why you woke up alone in a bed

Or even fucking cutting in bed/

My god come before this bread

Ill be beside your death bed

Ain't finna peak yet