This is a song about "Putting you to bed"

I'm putting myself on the map you are officially in my trap like moths to light bitch

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

I put my body to bed

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

Still putting you and all the other rappers in a sandwich/

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

That girl you love got your bros in her bed

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

Putting it on ya till you atone ya sins, to the real rap god

You will be on your bed

You could say i'm friends with fred

Later that day mike was sitting on his bed his mom tried putting her hand

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

Putting all you desperate rappers wrapped up in bed