This is a song about "Bitchis aint sheet"

You don't wanna be put on my rap sheet.

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

You see now that nigga lonely

This aint where you wanna be,

If you aint cool with me i aint cool with u

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

Redan road, that’s my street

See, if he read this sheet,

And i aint plan this nigga i aint plan shit nigga

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried

Nonstop rapping, yo girl tapping me, wrapping me up like a package packing sheet

I dream we could sleep on one sheet, sit on one seat

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep