This is a song about "Bunch beds"

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

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

And to this day slaughterhouse, poison arrow bunch,

Lying to yourself, all over an image

This is no trial, this a closed case

Don’t battle a bunch of gays.

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

I bet you and ya girl sleep in separate beds,

Or closed casket for our troubles

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

A bunch a singers and sinners

Let's enjoy our younger years