This is a song about "Bed and breakfast"

Into the hills of goldand peace to this young warrior

Blah! they're dead and joined the same death bed as their daughter,

I bled on the bed and then on da table

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

And tell her to make me breakfast

Put you to sleep and now you're back in bed/

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

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

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

And then leave your ass in a hospital bed.

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

Which spurt blood and turn love to three breakfast courses.

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

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

I hear them talk, and run back to my room, my dad checks up on my bed//