This is a song about "Pain pills bedroom shit slips greed selfishness"

My sleepin' pills though, shit man do they do the trick

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

And mine somewhere bout mars

In your butt it slips 'n' pops.

This the realest pain shit, dames and manes with discerning taste hit

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

Simple shit but still y'all love making me nauseous in pain

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

The revolution will proceed

And all i know is greed,

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Come there, if i wasn't in your bedroom

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

And took a big shit all over your bedroom floor