This is a song about "Bedding"

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

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

No more bedding chicks from plenty of fish, i think

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

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

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something