This is a song about "Fucking in bed"

Choices make it pointless haunted things in my bed,

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

I lay awake and strap myself in the bed

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

That girl you love got your bros in her bed

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Putting all you desperate rappers wrapped up in bed

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

I would stay quiet and cry in my bed

I work hard for everything i get

And then leave your ass in a hospital bed.

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

When i'm done i'll probably fuck his bitch in his bed