This is a song about "Geting on your bed"

And then leave your ass in a hospital bed.

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

My wrists run red with blood splattered on the bed.

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

My god come before this bread

You will be on your bed

Lying dead, with liquid so red, all around your reasting bed.

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

That girl you love got your bros in her bed

I work hard for everything i get

But i could barely afford the sheets on my bed

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

You already know you're dead

Just getting stoned on my fukn bed

Well shit... she bled, on the bed,

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead