This is a song about "Gripping the sheets"

Love smothering widows til they freaking under the sheets

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Writing relentless on sheets

Cause after all the lights and screams

You ain't more street so go suck your mother

I'm coming under the sheets smother

Just curl up between your sheets

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Leave you behind sheets cause the streets heat like a masked enforcer.

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

He bled out all over my bed, and stained the sheets.

But i could barely afford the sheets on my bed

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

When i see the sheets i just see they blood red,