This is a song about "Moster under my bed"

Still laying in my bed

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Changed numers i left apology letter under the bunk bed she was

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Under performing i'm under #performance, losing my thoughts/

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

"where is it?" under the bed? in the depths of the shed?

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Wake up in the morning sitting on my bed

But i could barely afford the sheets on my bed

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

Dump yo ashes in my bed,

Holla out my set

I hear them talk, and run back to my room, my dad checks up on my bed//

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set