This is a song about "My bed"

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Im on my bed. blowin purp out my nose

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

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

I go to bed reading my book

Aye, hold your head homie, look

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

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Highest form of affection, physical connection

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Wake up in the morning sitting on my bed

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

I would stay quiet and cry in my bed

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head