This is a song about "Pillows"

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

And pilfering pillows cus we getting in it like tongues

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

That's why i spend all day curled in blankets and pillows

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

I sleep with two pillows, in hope that your girl shows

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

But if i do, nicholson smother me with pillows.

Too rude, so it's "nah, i'll sleep with my pillows picked"

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Is when we play fight with the pillows

In front of our building, they was my heroes

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

And fuck yall fellas a hundred motherfucker couldn't steal your pillows

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

And fuck yall fellas a hundred motherfucker couldn't steal your pillows