This is a song about "Spread sheets"

You envy me, from the jealousy your hatred has spread

And don't perform after him or you might regret

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Wipe my ass with your lyric sheets

Got your bitch in my sheets

I said believe in your dreams

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

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Just curl up between your sheets

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Writing relentless on sheets

And she throws up whatever she eats

Now most of us be rootin' for this evil

Sheets made of egyptian silk material

Billboards, rap sheets, and studios holding my name

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came