This is a song about "The trap bed"

Pulled him into my bedroom, threw him onto the bed.

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

But i could barely afford the sheets on my bed

Twist my fuckin cap back like ash catch in the trap

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

My wrists run red with blood splattered on the bed.

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

So lay down the trap, because i'm fly like i'm venus

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

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

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

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Pulled him into my bedroom, threw him onto the bed.

While everybody got ammunition on deck

You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed