This is a song about "Jacks mum get my bed"

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

Chaos is widespread, but people say i made my bed

But i could barely afford the sheets on my bed

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Every time my mum tried to tell me the truth i was right there defending you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Sunroof flow so over your head

Just getting stoned on my fukn bed

Had to wear the 13's with them

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

He goes away, i get up on my bed to resume, to spit till the hours ahead//

Holla out my set

Still laying in my bed

I put my body to bed

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red