This is a song about "Gtfo my room"

I exited my room, i had death on my mind.

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

But i'm just in my room, dreaming and wishing

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

In my room i can be me

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Monday in my room again

What the fuck happened to rap when

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

In a room, roll a blunt, in my glass, fuck it fast

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

My finished complete raps on my living room ceiling,

Pass through, me and kid freestyle in my room,

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

I am out of this world and you a man on the moon

My head was not small enough to fit this room