This is a song about "Blanket room and music"

And support ‘em until they see that it’s just music,

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

And significantly move your feet and make room for me.

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

You're starin as well cause you too were in tune

14 years old and she's locked in herself in her room

And american music shows.

You feel it from your head to your toes

You bet you're rude and mean huh?, guess there's room to dream

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Go into your room and find semen all over the place

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

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

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please