This is a song about "Bunk"

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

I got ten bad bitches in two bunk beds,

My brother on the bottom bunk, hates it, but it's all right

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

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

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

Bunk beds with night light on

Pay dues like a hair salon

She can only live for the moment

Throw her body off the top bunk

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

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

I got ten bad bitches in two bunk beds,

Convertibles with turbo jets