This is a song about "In bed"

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

Leaving puddles in my bed then dropped her like a fumble

Sitting there in his bed,

That's boa, see that's my set

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

I lay awake and strap myself in the bed

Wake up in the morning sitting on my bed

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Or even fucking cutting in bed/

This is like love, that you can never get

Choices make it pointless haunted things in my bed,

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

Why you woke up alone in a bed

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

My god come before this bread

Dump yo ashes in my bed,