This is a song about "Room 127"

Swag in the air when i'm walkin in the room

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

My book case looks like a psych. room

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

I'm feelin on that 'rillo till i'm level with the moon

Soothing jazz juxtaposing the pizzazz of this room/

Wrapped myself in plastic and lit candles in the room

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

Step back to the dressing room

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

Covered the room in splattered red,

There's still room to progress,

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

Self made coming soon

Then we kicked in my room