This is a song about "Bed sheets"

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Dump yo ashes in my bed,

Hero in the streets, carnage in the sheets

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

Billboards, rap sheets, and studios holding my name

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

I'm coming under the sheets smother

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Writing relentless on sheets

Sheets made of egyptian silk material

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

In need of fresh bed sheets, my limits are reached

Got your bitch in my sheets

When you're reachin' your dreams