This is a song about "Death bed"

And please never disrespect my set

Laying live souls on your damn death bed,

Grow older, closer to death.

I'm hoping i confess

You could say i'm friends with fred

Sitting there in his bed,

Baby i’mma mess, mess

That's all u need is death

You battlin me u makin your death bed like

I hope she's goin' home with me tonight

Why you woke up alone in a bed

Is not far from white girls with big bread

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

Talking to death, you'll never leave your bed with your bullet hole red

I put my body to bed

There lived a lil' boy who was misled