This is a song about "Mattress"

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Put bills under the mattress to turn me to a dreamer

We don't ever make love

Im bout to lay it down mattress,

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

Soulja boy tell 'em did better then the regular

Your v's more used than a mattress

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

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

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

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

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

Put bills under the mattress to turn me to a dreamer

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things are gonna get easier