This is a song about "Bedtime stories"

It's bedtime night night, im never phased i will have your style on the six o clock news

Sicker and quicker and thicker are deing of the fixable issues

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Or relieves from the broken hearted stories

And for eras to come my name in stories will be told

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

They were living to strive, two stories with a main point

Who makes up stories with an act who plays tough

Hoping that nobody don't notice

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

All those shitty love stories and my most hated was dance.

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

There's stories i could tell ya that would make spines crawl,

Cappin' boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time

Yet your the one who doesn't have a bedtime.