This is a song about "My bedroom"

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Bare-naked bedroom bouncing better than bunnies

My mom doing drugs in her bedroom

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

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

I'll keep it moving and tryna get out

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

You just working with the scraps you was given

For setting up traps

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

And took a big shit all over your bedroom floor

In her bedroom window i would peek when she was asleep.

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep