This is a song about "Baggage room"

Self made coming soon

Across the crowded room,

When i went to the bath room

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Covered the room in splattered red,

I don't want you to have my permit yet

My legion is doom, my gorilla's monsoon

And a car with no backseat and some leg room

Step back to the dressing room

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

Won't run out anytime soon

Her mother deftly left the room,

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

Monday in my room again

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

Soothing jazz juxtaposing the pizzazz of this room/