This is a song about "Sheets"

Its like i'm hiding deep within your sheets

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

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

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Billboards, rap sheets, and studios holding my name

Hero in the streets, carnage in the sheets

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

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

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Little more weed, first class seats

Just curl up between your sheets

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

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

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Just curl up between your sheets