This is a song about "Mattress"

Always knew where the pot was

So she lay me down on the mattress

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I still got shipments of sentences under my blankets 'n mattress

Run around like a bogus copying peoples raps expecting em not to notice

Usin lyrical gadgets flippin a rap mattress on it's back like an acrobat does

That's why i keep my money in my mattress

Together all the timethought it was true love

A stain on the mattress, so your dad is your mums brother

You see, this is for the g's and the keys, motherfucker

Im lyrical acid/ radio active/ flow strikes like matches/ burning threw ur mattress/

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Im bout to lay it down mattress,

Let's have a toast for this new love

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Put bills under the mattress to turn me to a dreamer