This is a song about "Shit the bed"

The bills kept raising the stress, i remember waking from bed

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

The bills kept raising the stress, i remember waking from bed

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

Whilst i'm sat here gettin paid, laid on the bed

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

My wrists run red with blood splattered on the bed.

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

I lay awake and strap myself in the bed

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

I feel ready. i run it into the ground tire out and put that shit to bed, mumble your

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

Now let the adults play, and please just go straight to bed