This is a song about "Bed sheets"

Wipe my ass with your lyric sheets

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

I'm coming under the sheets smother

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Sheets made of egyptian silk material

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

But i could barely afford the sheets on my bed

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

Writing relentless on sheets

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Or even fucking cutting in bed/

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

Billboards, rap sheets, and studios holding my name

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

Dump yo ashes in my bed,