This is a song about "Josh go to bed"

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

I hear them talk, and run back to my room, my dad checks up on my bed//

Smoke ? you know it taste good

I go to bed reading my book

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

Straight to song writing the minute i get out ma bed

Put you to sleep and now you're back in bed/

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Head to my bed start again it's a youthful life

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Made the bed, gave me head, "here's eighty cents, go pay the rent",

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

Since get'n outta bed i have really yet to take it.