This is a song about "Beds"

I got ten bad bitches in two bunk beds,

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Sleeping in your beds and in your sheds,

I polish off the impostors, under beds i'm a monster//

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Of letting heads progress to zen we're shredding beds and wrecking heads

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

The possibilities endless, what to expect, i'll stop this killin spree, fuck it, who's next?

You should check into a facility, i heard they're givin out hospital beds

That's word to my mom

Bunk beds with night light on

I bet you and ya girl sleep in separate beds,

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

I got ten bad bitches in two bunk beds,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense