This is a song about "Wet the bed"

How the thort of you gets me outta bed

And please never disrespect my set

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

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

But i could barely afford the sheets on my bed

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

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

Get so wet for the kid that they legs turn rusty

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

I lay awake and strap myself in the bed

And don't perform after him or you might regret

Diagnosed for seeing a ghost at midnight next to the bed.

While everybody got ammunition on deck

I lay awake and strap myself in the bed

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet