This is a song about "Bedding"

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

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

No more bedding chicks from plenty of fish, i think

Suck her neck before i eat her like she's breakfast

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

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