This is a song about "Josh go to bed"

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you

And told her to go to bed, her face turned blue,

Straight to song writing the minute i get out ma bed

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

I put my body to bed

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

Soup pal every night i'm fucking a new gal i go straight to bed never let them

Stops bein hyper, josh its time to act cool...

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

I'll be under your bed at night, so drop to the floor,

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Duct tape and tied to the motherfucking bed post

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold