This is a song about "The whore in your bed"

I respect that you don't know yet

Or even fucking cutting in bed/

Christian dior your girl is a whore

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

Get back into the kitchen whore, you can quit your bitching or,

In my basement and abuse a whore, "eat the cake #anna #mae",

Something mean, look exactly just like the song say

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Right under your bed, when you look at the mirror

I lay awake and strap myself in the bed

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

Look in your bedroom drawer theres a key and under your bed theres a chest

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

And then leave your ass in a hospital bed.