This is a song about "Mattresses"

Slept on me like you had tracks stashed inside your mattresses,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Slept on me like you had tracks stashed in mattresses,

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Over these mattresses,

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

I'm stashin' whack rappers in mattresses under floorboards,

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss