This is a song about "Under the bed"

With such an ugly picture in it and

Then bury her under the pavement

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

How the thort of you gets me outta bed

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

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

Right under your bed, when you look at the mirror

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

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

You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed

I'm not under the influence i'm under the game

Either one, dun, long as my digits the same

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

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Changed numers i left apology letter under the bunk bed she was