This is a song about "My bed"

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Kill that whore right there in my bed

Chaos is widespread, but people say i made my bed

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

I'm in my bedroom on my small bed, just typing up lines,

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

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

My wrists run red with blood splattered on the bed.

I put my body to bed

Nobody ain't own us yet

Bed and my dick in yo girls ass

See her man face-to-face through the glass

Shit you've read rapping from my bed

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

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

I would stay quiet and cry in my bed