This is a song about "Bed sheets"

Dump yo ashes in my bed,

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Just curl up between your sheets

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Kick back and know yo son set

I put my body to bed

In need of fresh bed sheets, my limits are reached

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

He bled out all over my bed, and stained the sheets.

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

But i could barely afford the sheets on my bed

Billboards, rap sheets, and studios holding my name

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane