This is a song about "The trap bed"

My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead

Got a bitch scared to the point where she wet her bed

Straight to song writing the minute i get out ma bed

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Or let the mob handle that

And forget about the trap,

You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

The ones u listen to when lying in your bed

The bills kept raising the stress, i remember waking from bed

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

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

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

And please never disrespect my set

I lay awake and strap myself in the bed