This is a song about "Sunday in a bed"

Rhyming in my spare time, resting on a sunday,

Ha, okparty people doin' what i say

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Dump yo ashes in my bed,

But you couldn't love a pot head, even though i deflowered you in my bed.

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

Im abusing the pen... like a hooker in bed

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Grandpops gets shot when he's asleep in bed

This is like love, that you can never get

Or even fucking cutting in bed/

Leaving puddles in my bed then dropped her like a fumble

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

I wake up in a cold sweat, a red neck with his bed wet