This is a song about "Bedroom bars"

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

In the bedroom doing things that she wouldn't

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

Look in your bedroom drawer theres a key and under your bed theres a chest

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Real g when i'm spitting bars

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

Looked around the room that's when i seen her bedroom door shut

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room

Who drank caprisun and masturbated in my bedroom.

You cant even handle 2 bars

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

And mine somewhere bout mars

And your readin my bars