This is a song about "Bedding"

Not living in the stars with an angel in your bedding,

Ain't get my message, was no signal when i was texting

Matter of fact go ask they schools how many jerseys they was moving

As they lay in blood stained bedding throw a punch to make your head swing

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

No more bedding chicks from plenty of fish, i think