This is a song about "Room full of letters"

Which's unmoved 'n' is backed with room full of anxiety

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I give you that massage, good hygiene is required i don't want no dirty junk

Letters of ghosts written to better invoke redder than hulk ready in bulk

It's full of gold medals,

Or closed casket for our troubles

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

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

If you ain't about money

Full of myself, but still hungry

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Full of drugs, over inflated figures