This is a song about "Fucking in bed"

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

I lay awake and strap myself in the bed

Or even fucking cutting in bed/

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

Still laying in my bed

God bless the dead

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

Choices make it pointless haunted things in my bed,

That girl you love got your bros in her bed

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

And don't perform after him or you might regret

Put you to sleep and now you're back in bed/

I think that i finally reached the pinnacle

Leaving puddles in my bed then dropped her like a fumble

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

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