This is a song about "Under beds"

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

I got ten bad bitches in two bunk beds,

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Whatever we under, keep composure/

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Shining under the roof pipes

I got ten bad bitches in two bunk beds,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

I bet you and ya girl sleep in separate beds,

That would be cool, if she was your lover

Now your done and six feet under

We can make more, make babies

Spinning like wheels under my heels,

I'm not under the influence i'm under the game

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again