This is a song about "Under the bed"

Right under your bed, when you look at the mirror

Regardless to all them, i appease her

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

Probably die getting some head

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

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

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

Shadee doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

I'm coming under the sheets smother

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

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

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

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

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed