This is a song about "Pissing on your bed"

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

And the ball sacs are pissing on their parent's epitaphs

You pissing on randy you ain't handy you're a bluff...

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Just getting stoned on my fukn bed

Lemonhead end up dead

But i could barely afford the sheets on my bed

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

I put your bitch in the bed than we fucking on your door

Ill be beside your death bed

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

I'll be pissing on your grave trying to enslave

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

Leave in bed just pissing himself the neck day probably