This is a song about "My bed"

Kill that whore right there in my bed

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

You could say i'm friends with fred

Just getting stoned on my fukn bed

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Im on my bed. blowin purp out my nose

I would stay quiet and cry in my bed

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

I go to bed reading my book

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

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

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

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

He bled out all over my bed, and stained the sheets.

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams