This is a song about "Seeing demons im my room"

Bawled my fucking eyes out and i dont think that im seeing/

Just know fame has a price, lose everything

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

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

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

My head was not small enough to fit this room

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

I'm standing up, i'ma face my demons

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

I arrive and burst into the room and im first till i meet my tomb

Won't run out anytime soon

My book case looks like a psych. room

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

Im tired of seeing all these couldve beens

Monday in my room again

Marshmallows inside my pen