This is a song about "Room to breathe"

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

But there's nothing i havnt tried to breathe

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

I picked you up and ran to the dining room

Step back to the dressing room

Self made coming soon

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

Lets take this to the room

When i went to the bath room

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

No magic, these leaders, it's tragic no need to breathe, the heater

My head was not small enough to fit this room

Just regret the fact that i left too soon