This is a song about "Cleaning a room"

We walk into the room from a million different places

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

I got 'em cocked up in the closet like a faggot's room,

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

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

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof

And a car with no backseat and some leg room

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

I'mma buy a summer house, with a rec room

He storms to his computer room and, types that you're a faggot.

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit