This is a song about "Bunk bed"

Comin' and goin' every moment in bed.

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

For bunk meat, neon lighted butchers were chumps bleed

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

You will be on your bed

My god come before this bread

And please never disrespect my set

I put my body to bed

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

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

This how i hear it different

Throw her body off the top bunk

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Or even fucking cutting in bed/

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

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect