This is a song about "Bed bug"

Your heart was false just like the words you said

I'm grinding, putting these kids to bed

Just getting stoned on my fukn bed

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

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

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

I said i don’t give a fuck

You'll be smashed like a bug!

I work hard for everything i get

Or even fucking cutting in bed/

Im a bug under your skin, dig through your cells and let your body tick

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

Shit you've read rapping from my bed

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Bought a new house, kitchen & bed!

Your friends say, why we not together yet