This is a song about "Bed time"

As time ticks forward he comes closer to the end, sitting at the end of his bed holding a pen

Fuck long words i dont need a definition, just the same words over and over again

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Comin' and goin' every moment in bed.

Probably die getting some head

You will be on your bed

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

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

Kick back and know yo son set

Ill be beside your death bed

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Shit you've read rapping from my bed

I put my body to bed

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Ahead in life and out of bed

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