This is a song about "Small bedroom"

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Even if the amount of money is so small

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

But he's small and got a structure

I pipe in and one night her

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Pulled him into my bedroom, threw him onto the bed.

I'd take her to my bedroom but she already undressin' me

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

The doctor has arrived just be patient

Should read the small print here's a small hint,

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

I'm a dog in the bedroom, call me husky cause i'm castin'