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

When when the economy of america breaks

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

The ones u listen to when lying in your bed

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

Straight to song writing the minute i get out ma bed

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

As he layed down in his bed he starts to think of all the good times in his head,

Not by choice, the voice in his head enjoys tormenting him whilst he lays in bed,

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

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

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

I'l sever his thighs with a pen intentionally and get sentenced to life in the penitentiary

Now let the adults play, and please just go straight to bed

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met