This is a song about "Bed of roses"

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed

In need of fresh bed sheets, my limits are reached

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

Straight g thing, double m g thing

I got out of bed, right in the morning

Agression of freddy kreuger in bed im a night terrorist

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Shenti crawls out of bed to wash and shave

They share the same bed, instead of happiness they prefer dread

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Me i never call em back, she said that y’all go together

Instead of being stuck inside of my bed or whatever

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years