This is a song about "Bunk"

I got ten bad bitches in two bunk beds,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Bunk beds with night light on

That's word to my mom

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Cause i hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Changed numers i left apology letter under the bunk bed she was

For bunk meat, neon lighted butchers were chumps bleed

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

I got ten bad bitches in two bunk beds,

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Shit now i'm going to hell maybe i'll bunk with hitler,and we could take turns in