This is a song about "Bed rock"

Probably die getting some head

You will be on your bed

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

The bed that stood before me was nothing but a rock

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

I bed-rock bitches ironic like camaro 87 engines

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

I'm grinding, putting these kids to bed

Im spittin like the rock

That's all i got

That's boa, see that's my set

I put my body to bed

Kick back and know yo son set

Just getting stoned on my fukn bed

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Tonight, i ain't here to party, i came to rock (rock)