This is a song about "Sick in bed"

Choices make it pointless haunted things in my bed,

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

I lay awake and strap myself in the bed

And don't perform after him or you might regret

Why you woke up alone in a bed

And please never disrespect my set

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Gettin sick in rickety stalls. so sick that he falls.

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

Put you to sleep and now you're back in bed/

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

The ones u listen to when lying in your bed

We be like wow

Got your bitch in bed now

Comin' and goin' every moment in bed.

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet