This is a song about "Monsters under the bed"

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

I'll be under your bed at night, so drop to the floor,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Right under your bed, when you look at the mirror

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

Monsters creeping up in the night

I lay awake and strap myself in the bed

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

Theres monsters in the rear view we under attack

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

Im abusing the pen... like a hooker in bed

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Pulled him into my bedroom, threw him onto the bed.

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

Hiding under my bed and waiting till the danger passed away