This is a song about "Bed weting"

And repurpose other versions of your murder bed

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Sitting there in his bed,

Kick back and know yo son set

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

I put my body to bed

I put my body to bed

She don’t give her nigga head

The ones u listen to when lying in your bed

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

The bills kept raising the stress, i remember waking from bed

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

I'm grinding, putting these kids to bed

So if i do call it's just a check

Why you woke up alone in a bed

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead