This is a song about "Room full of letters"

With a heart full of hate

Cop a car, new estate

Soothing jazz juxtaposing the pizzazz of this room/

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

She's bad and she knows

Like a line full of hoes

I have visions of demons lurking around in my room,

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

Full of drugs, over inflated figures

When they twist and talk with they fingers

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Everything is just full of shit.

And don't perform after him or you might regret

In a room full of people so much is being said,