This is a song about "Bed head"

Go to bed. lay down my head. wait for the sun.

My talent should take me places i've never been

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

You could say i'm friends with fred

Every night i go to bed,

As he layed down in his bed he starts to think of all the good times in his head,

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

All you see is red all over my bed cant even see my head cuz im dead.

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Bought a new house, kitchen & bed!

Or even fucking cutting in bed/

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet