This is a song about "The sperm breaks in the egg to get to his bed the b"

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

This bitch is said to be nice, but in bed with no light so the devil sees

B-b-back to the #future making bread out of #toast,

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

The ones u listen to when lying in your bed

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

This bitch is said to be nice, but in bed with no light so the devil sees

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

Diagnosed for seeing a ghost at midnight next to the bed.

He goes away, i get up on my bed to resume, to spit till the hours ahead//

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

You know, it's like i'm livin just to diei fall on my knees and beg for mercy, not knowin if i'm worthy

So i'll sever his thighs with a pen intentionally and get sentenced to life in the penitentiary