This is a song about "Bunk eeed"

Throw her body off the top bunk

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

I got ten bad bitches in two bunk beds,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

I got ten bad bitches in two bunk beds,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

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

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

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

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

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

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

You're so drunk take a nap on your bunk, you’re dealing with stuntman, so be aware

Show me some happiness again, i'm going blindi spend my time in this cell, ain't living well