This is a song about "Bed and breakfast"

And tell her to make me breakfast

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

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

I would stay quiet and cry in my bed

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

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

And there's pictures on my bed that i was sortin' through

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Which spurt blood and turn love to three breakfast courses.

And i'm fucked in the bed. and i'm fucked when i'm dead.

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

And i'll end up in a bed up in the hospital locked,

I lay awake and strap myself in the bed

The lights may flicker, your face feels red