This is a song about "Sheets"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Read in between those blank sheets of paper, then you’ll see,

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game

Billboards, rap sheets, and studios holding my name

But not my sheets so i don't give a shit,

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Can barely walk the city streets

Laugh at me i'm white as bleach in diaper sheets

He bled out all over my bed, and stained the sheets.

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

Sheets made of egyptian silk material

Cause after all the lights and screams

Writing relentless on sheets

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Its like i'm hiding deep within your sheets