This is a song about "Bunch beds"

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

Don’t battle a bunch of gays.

Lying to yourself, all over an image

And to this day slaughterhouse, poison arrow bunch,

My time with their half-witted reviews

Unlike most of mine they a bunch a jews

Pay dues like a hair salon

Bunk beds with night light on

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Ya'll sum bitch niggaz a bunch of fags