This is a song about "Being in my room"

One to keep in my room chained up and crippled.

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Then we kicked in my room

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Or a harpoon to tom cruise with a jock tune

Pass through, me and kid freestyle in my room,

Monday in my room again

I don't care what it did to them

Had to wear the 13's with them

Monday in my room again

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

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

I'm over sitting in my room, with a sad frown.

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead

In a room full of people so much is being said,