This is a song about "Small bedroom"

And took a big shit all over your bedroom floor

But i got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more

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

Come there, if i wasn't in your bedroom

Buyin' the best of fresh prince for the bedroom

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

My mom doing drugs in her bedroom

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

In the bedroom doing things that she wouldn't

Bare-naked bedroom bouncing better than bunnies

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

You're the reason why i keep my circle small