This is a song about "Lot of wana bed"

Ahead in life and out of bed

Lemonhead end up dead

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

But a lot of my homies like to tote the laser beams

Let's enjoy our younger years

I got a lot of haters.

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

They share the same bed, instead of happiness they prefer dread

I have very short patience because a lot of rap's bad

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

That's why forever i love seldom and trust never

Instead of being stuck inside of my bed or whatever

It just takes a lot of working and time

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine