This is a song about "Bed of roses"

And repurpose other versions of your murder bed

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

I put my body to bed

She don’t give her nigga head

Sunroof flow so over your head

Ahead in life and out of bed

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

I've spilled the blood of rappers before hopsin's out of bed/

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

How the thort of you gets me outta bed

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

The thought of getting head in a comfortable bed is enticing

Cause the more intelligent part of you was left to dry on the bed,

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

Instead of being stuck inside of my bed or whatever

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her