This is a song about "Bed bugs"

Every night i go to bed,

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Sitting there in his bed,

If your man want to bet

Dump yo ashes in my bed,

You could say i'm friends with fred

Comin' and goin' every moment in bed.

And don't perform after him or you might regret

European model white bitch is eating donuts

The time is now to chase after these lightning bugs/

Ill be beside your death bed

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

You got a big head them im a take it off your style bugs me disgusts me

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Kill that whore right there in my bed