This is a song about "Bunch"

A bunch of senseless bullshit, we don't get days on the beach,

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

Of course a bunch of time, just now i'm realizing

Have amazing conversation while we flying, i ain't lying

A bunch of fries coming fresh off the luncheon dines

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Just a bunch of pussys actin hard when really there soft

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

Bunch of diva's using their glistening lipstick

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

You'd predict we're a bunch of miracles.

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

You a bunch of roughnecks