This is a song about "Wet the bed"

My wrists run red with blood splattered on the bed.

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

I've spilled the blood of rappers before hopsin's out of bed/

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

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

Straight to song writing the minute i get out ma bed

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

I look down in the river, no sound in that wet mirror

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

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

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

But i could barely afford the sheets on my bed

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

The ones u listen to when lying in your bed