This is a song about "Being in my room"

One to keep in my room chained up and crippled.

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

My mind's in a coming time, my body's in this stuffy room

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

I've been locked in my room getting faded

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

Monday in my room again

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

I have visions of demons lurking around in my room,

But i'm just in my room, dreaming and wishing

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing