This is a song about "Bedroom bars"

I stand in the middle of my bedroom for about two minutes to be wide awake

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Dont attack me with your flopping bars,

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

I'm in my bedroom on my small bed, just typing up lines,

I'd take her to my bedroom but she already undressin' me

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Come there, if i wasn't in your bedroom

And her smile lit up the room

Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

You cant even handle 2 bars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Bare-naked bedroom bouncing better than bunnies

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys