This is a song about "Bunk"

I got ten bad bitches in two bunk beds,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

I got ten bad bitches in two bunk beds,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

For bunk meat, neon lighted butchers were chumps bleed

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

Throw her body off the top bunk

She can only live for the moment

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

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

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

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

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

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride