This is a song about "Monster under bed"

Or even fucking cutting in bed/

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

By becomin friends with "the monster"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

Hiding under your bed waiting for the right time to strike

Hiding under my bed and waiting till the danger passed away

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

When really it's just a monster

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

I polish off the impostors, under beds i'm a monster//

It's the rap monger, rap monster earl sweat attack, conquer

Even if you a monster

That i will leave earth with her