This is a song about "Bunch beds"

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I got ten bad bitches in two bunk beds,

Don’t battle a bunch of gays.

Say you through will all my foul ways

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Yall bunch of rap queens female asshole

Y'all just a bunch of motherfucking hypocrites

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

It began stormin', i heard a bunch of cheerin' fans swarmin'

Scramble like randall if john randle was trynna get him

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

The chosen one in a bunch of matter

Start the applause, a rebel soul lifted

Bunch of diva's using their glistening lipstick

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

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