This is a song about "Sheets"

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

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

Now i'm living out my dreams

Just curl up between your sheets

Udc where he met my mother

I'm coming under the sheets smother

Billboards, rap sheets, and studios holding my name

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Sunlife stadium, smoke on my home field

In need of fresh bed sheets, my limits are reached

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal

Sheets made of egyptian silk material

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

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Love smothering widows til they freaking under the sheets

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats