This is a song about "Under beds"

I'm coming under the sheets smother

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

She got that good good

But now your under a hood

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Of letting heads progress to zen we're shredding beds and wrecking heads

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

An under appreciated miracle rainy man

Gotta try not to look fake in fact

You fried under that heated lamp,

Now your done and six feet under

And while i’m in your mother

I'm modest, and humble

While you stand under the table

Bunk beds with night light on

Full of shit, like i ate that john