This is a song about "My bedroom"

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

Just for my sanity baby right now you need to speak

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

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room

Come there, if i wasn't in your bedroom

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

I stand in the middle of my bedroom for about two minutes to be wide awake

Who drank caprisun and masturbated in my bedroom.

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

My talent should take me places i've never been