This is a song about "In the bed"

And i'm fucked in the bed. and i'm fucked when i'm dead.

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

I lay awake and strap myself in the bed

The thought of getting head in a comfortable bed is enticing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Grandpops gets shot when he's asleep in bed

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Not by choice, the voice in his head enjoys tormenting him whilst he lays in bed,

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red