This is a song about "Bunch beds"

Y'all just a bunch of motherfucking hypocrites

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

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

Amen, they say you only live once

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick

Bunch of diva's using their glistening lipstick

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

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

Sleeping in your beds and in your sheds,

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

A bunch a singers and sinners

And to this day slaughterhouse, poison arrow bunch,

They vaguely decipher my language