This is a song about "Bed bug"

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

You ain't a thug just a crushed bug on my windshield on the road to fame,

That's boa, see that's my set

Sitting there in his bed,

Wait, you wanna fuckin' drown? go ahead

Bought a new house, kitchen & bed!

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

Ahead in life and out of bed

Shitty little slutty wannabe you calliope or a newbie please don't bug me if you need me

A damn shame, the girl can hardly spell her namethat's not our problem, that's up to brenda's family

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

Cause i'm like a bug nigga, i keep biting!

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

Or even fucking cutting in bed/