This is a song about "Bedding"

No more bedding chicks from plenty of fish, i think

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

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

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

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

That i'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring