This is a song about "Flatulence in bed"

Nobody ain't own us yet

Sitting there in his bed,

Dump yo ashes in my bed,

You already know you're dead

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

Putting all you desperate rappers wrapped up in bed

That girl you love got your bros in her bed

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

I lay awake and strap myself in the bed

Still laying in my bed

Holla out my set

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Im abusing the pen... like a hooker in bed

But i chose lonesome instead- hitting bitches not so wholesome in bed

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead