This is a song about "The trap bed"

My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead

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

Im tired of hearing guns clap in the trap,

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

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

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

The ones u listen to when lying in your bed

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

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

If your man want to bet

Well shit... she bled, on the bed,

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

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed