This is a song about "Going to bed"

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

Go to bed. lay down my head. wait for the sun.

Got a bitch scared to the point where she wet her bed

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

I hear them talk, and run back to my room, my dad checks up on my bed//

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

I put my body to bed

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing

Well here's how to keep the flow going

Summer i'm going to bed, other things in my mind like my brain is gonna spread

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I go to bed reading my book

Head to my bed start again it's a youthful life

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise