This is a song about "Sheets"

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

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

A metaphor, for the insecure

I'm coming under the sheets smother

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

Wit my kin that i came in wit

My bitch a lady but a freak in the sheets,

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Tryna kill my dreams

Writing relentless on sheets

In need of fresh bed sheets, my limits are reached

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Just curl up between your sheets

Malcolm x, by any means

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

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets