This is a song about "Bed with you"

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

So just relax otherwise i'll hit you upside the head that will put your ass to bed,

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed

Lying dead, with liquid so red, all around your reasting bed.

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

How the thort of you gets me outta bed

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

Is not far from white girls with big bread

That girl you love got your bros in her bed

Putting all you desperate rappers wrapped up in bed

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet