This is a song about "Sewn in the sheets"

So beat me to the bone

Wearing sweaters your grandma sewn

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Workin' in stations, fixin' up boxes, grabs paper sheets, writin' down rhymes//

You're not unique, what, you got with my mom, in the sheets?

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

They're busy bees, sipping tea while chillin' in their silky sheets

I'm coming under the sheets smother

And while i’m in your mother

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Lying in the sheets with the next girl they meet how can they do this

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

For the next thing down your chimney has u between sheets like ron isley

Love smothering widows til they freaking under the sheets

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets