This is a song about "Bunch beds"

To listen up and see our souls glisten a bunch

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

A bunch of fries coming fresh off the luncheon dines

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

Now you speaking my language

Now my familys like a cursed bunch,

I got ten bad bitches in two bunk beds,

And everybody's having sex

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

You a bunch of roughnecks

As we give up our debts

Unlike most of mine they a bunch a jews

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her