This is a song about "Room full a snakes"

My book case looks like a psych. room

Won't run out anytime soon

Can't afford a room or a roof or a product

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

This industry is full of arrogant snakes

Smell the fumes from the rasta's in a room full of hash

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

I'm a platter full of odds and ends,

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Sitting in a room doing nothing but chill

My mind's in a coming time, my body's in this stuffy room

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon