This is a song about "Bedtime story"

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time

The story of this little girl's world ends with a storm, now it's bedtime

Once as a slave who imagined being free

But my dads a different story

What a story, it's where the chapter ends

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

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

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

I just want somebody i can see

So whats the moral of this story?

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

Im new to, working this perfect, my version of wordings occurring in few spews