This is a song about "Bed with you"

I work hard for everything i get

Putting all you desperate rappers wrapped up in bed

In my bed with visions of you in my head, still i pray

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

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

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Chilling on the bed cuz you know what i really said

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

You shouldn'ta went to bed see, i'm deadly

Why you woke up alone in a bed

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red