This is a song about "My bed"

Leaving puddles in my bed then dropped her like a fumble

Every since then our whole city been horrible

My wrists run red with blood splattered on the bed.

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

I respect that you don't know yet

Shit you've read rapping from my bed

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Wake up in the morning sitting on my bed

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

But i could barely afford the sheets on my bed

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

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

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

In need of fresh bed sheets, my limits are reached

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

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