This is a song about "Recording out my bedroom"

//audio recording is very bad i fucked up a lot

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

Come there, if i wasn't in your bedroom

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

In the bedroom doing things that she wouldn't

My mom doing drugs in her bedroom

Or a harpoon to tom cruise with a jock tune

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Her boyfriend joey emerges from the christmas tree he’s finished recording.

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Bare-naked bedroom bouncing better than bunnies

//audio recording is very bad i fucked up a lot

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

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