This is a song about "Bunk bed"

Is to be more than just a rap musicianthe elevation of today's generation

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

This is like love, that you can never get

Comin' and goin' every moment in bed.

Your friends say, why we not together yet

Cause i’m getting more kids, then michael’s bed/

I got ten bad bitches in two bunk beds,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

For bunk meat, neon lighted butchers were chumps bleed

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

That's boa, see that's my set

I put my body to bed

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Ill be beside your death bed

I got ten bad bitches in two bunk beds,

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex