This is a song about "Bed stuy"

Probably die getting some head

That girl you love got your bros in her bed

Why you woke up alone in a bed

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

Laying live souls on your damn death bed,

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Ahead in life and out of bed

Sitting there in his bed,

Finding more light to shed

Kill that whore right there in my bed

And please never disrespect my set

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

And repurpose other versions of your murder bed