This is a song about "Bunch beds"

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Ya'll sum bitch niggaz a bunch of fags

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

Now my familys like a cursed bunch,

Four big bottles of water a day, two packs of marlboro reds

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

Got a brain, a car, and a bunch of crystals,

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

With business hoes an college strippers

A bunch a singers and sinners

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

It'll last for all these crazy days

Don’t battle a bunch of gays.