This is a song about "Love and beds"

And that they love to se

I make forty-some dollars a day

And show you that i love you

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

Trying to give them light and a message

You jennifer love hewitt and bitch

And i know love me baby

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

That would be enough

And they say we don't know love

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I got ten bad bitches in two bunk beds,

Then i said i had enough

And theres no one showin me love