This is a song about "Baggage room"

She don’t give her nigga head

Covered the room in splattered red,

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon

I have visions of demons lurking around in my room,

'cause every night she studies hard in her room

I am out of this world and you a man on the moon

Something worth dying for

Aint no room for one more

Won't run out anytime soon

Lets take this to the room

There's still room to progress,

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Her mother deftly left the room,

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

Or a harpoon to tom cruise with a jock tune

Soothing jazz juxtaposing the pizzazz of this room/