This is a song about "Room 127"

Covered the room in splattered red,

You already know you're dead

Hoes row got beans in them

Monday in my room again

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

Wrapped myself in plastic and lit candles in the room

'cause every night she studies hard in her room

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

You left because i gave you too much room.

I'm not moving like a cartoon

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

I first saw you from the back of the room

Monday in my room again

Had to wear the 13's with them

Monday in my room again

What the fuck happened to rap when