This is a song about "Room full of letters"

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

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

Full of drugs, over inflated figures

So you finally got the nerve

Jay rock got flows

Like a line full of hoes

This boy rise from the dark corner of a room,

When i’m in the groove, i can freak a tune

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Full of futile exercises, for a future full of bars

Everything is just full of shit.

You don't mean that, you faggot

Soothing jazz juxtaposing the pizzazz of this room/

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

Here they keep a rachet close

Like a line full of hoes