This is a song about "Bed with you"

Why you woke up alone in a bed

This is like love, that you can never get

Putting all you desperate rappers wrapped up in bed

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

How the thort of you gets me outta bed

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

You battlin me u makin your death bed like

And nothing here's real, and everyone's alike

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Why you woke up alone in a bed

But you couldn't love a pot head, even though i deflowered you in my bed.

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

I wish i just in bed right now with your best mate,