This is a song about "The trap bed"

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

But i could barely afford the sheets on my bed

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

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

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

Thats right little bitch, save yourself the embarrasment and go to bed

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

Twist my fuckin cap back like ash catch in the trap

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

My wrists run red with blood splattered on the bed.

While everybody got ammunition on deck

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

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

And she's the type to booby trap my penis with her cleavage