This is a song about "Bed sheets"

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

You're not unique, what, you got with my mom, in the sheets?

When you're reachin' your dreams

Just curl up between your sheets

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

Writing relentless on sheets

Now i'm living out my dreams

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

But i could barely afford the sheets on my bed

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Writing relentless on sheets

Hero in the streets, carnage in the sheets

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

I raped her riped her up,on bed sheets supper time big feeds my needs