This is a song about "Cleaning a room"

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

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Trying to give them light and a message

A dark room, *stop flapping bitch*

Or a harpoon to tom cruise with a jock tune

This boy rise from the dark corner of a room,

I'm a pure man of steel, no room for weakness/

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

I was makeing room for a pretty nigga in the future,