This is a song about "Bunch beds"

Im good your a bunch of baboons.

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

You up, you gotta know your limits without any assistance or else

You should check into a facility, i heard they're givin out hospital beds

The chosen one in a bunch of matter

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

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,

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Ya'll sum bitch niggaz a bunch of fags

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

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