This is a song about "Country girls bed of my chevy beer"

And repurpose other versions of your murder bed

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

And drinking cheap beer with no buzz, out of old cups

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Kill that whore right there in my bed

I respect that you don't know yet

And i wonderwhere will i be next year

Papa took a sip of his beer

Still laying in my bed

Kick back and know yo son set

Dump yo ashes in my bed,

Give us this day, our daily bread

I put my body to bed

Is not far from white girls with big bread