This is a song about "Wet the bed"

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

Wake up in the morning sitting on my bed

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

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

I work hard for everything i get

But i could barely afford the sheets on my bed

Get so wet for the kid that they legs turn rusty

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

While everybody got ammunition on deck

The ones u listen to when lying in your bed

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

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

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead