This is a song about "Mattress"

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

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

So she lay me down on the mattress

Picture that, best rapper since lil wayne in classes

That's why i keep my money in my mattress

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

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

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

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

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

Put bills under the mattress to turn me to a dreamer

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Boy what the fuck, not again, naah, no, not the fuck, fuck a rucus, suck a bus

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

Put bills under the mattress to turn me to a dreamer

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for