This is a song about "Spread sheets"

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

They're busy bees, sipping tea while chillin' in their silky sheets

Its like i'm hiding deep within your sheets

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Just curl up between your sheets

All that ass in your jeans

Got your bitch in my sheets

Trap our young black seeds

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Love smothering widows til they freaking under the sheets

Spread thin between dreams and obligations,

She likes the way it hits her lips

You envy me, from the jealousy your hatred has spread

My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead