This is a song about "Hospital beds"

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

And now you in the hospital, the doctors got a breathing unit,

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

To ditch my car,crash it into a psychological hospital/

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

"callin' the mental hospital it's, time for a needle."

Tie you up put you in the trunk and drive your car into a hospital

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

They should take me to a hospital that has some psychiatric

Of letting heads progress to zen we're shredding beds and wrecking heads

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Convertibles with turbo jets

I got ten bad bitches in two bunk beds,

I polish off the impostors, under beds i'm a monster//

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for