This is a song about "Blanket room and music"

I take her to my room and bust it open

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

The west coast too, e-40 and them made the hardest music,

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

Found a peaceful home with my poetry and music

My music feeds on sadness and rage,

Peep gamedon't let the money make you change

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Go into your room and find semen all over the place

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

No room for democracies he's the prodigy and that's his great monopolies,

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

Where should i jizz, on a towel or blanket

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

And young teens how get shot at gas stations for loudest music,