This is a song about "My bedroom"

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window

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

Who drank caprisun and masturbated in my bedroom.

Look in your bedroom drawer theres a key and under your bed theres a chest

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

Buyin' the best of fresh prince for the bedroom

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

Come there, if i wasn't in your bedroom

Or a harpoon to tom cruise with a jock tune

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

There must be another route, way out