This is a song about "Spread sheets"

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

Sheets made of egyptian silk material

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Just curl up between your sheets

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

You're not unique, what, you got with my mom, in the sheets?

Got your bitch in my sheets

Get blown like lawn leaves

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

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Laugh at me i'm white as bleach in diaper sheets

Hero in the streets, carnage in the sheets

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Spread thin between dreams and obligations,