This is a song about "Wet the bed"

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

I lay awake and strap myself in the bed

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

A clever idea to take something they said

Cane been warmed up and sent to the corner

That thick curly hair still wet from the shower

I don't want you to have my permit yet

I lay awake and strap myself in the bed

Whilst i'm sat here gettin paid, laid on the bed

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

The ones u listen to when lying in your bed

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

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

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

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