This is a song about "The room closes in"

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Fog in the room it's worthy of noting

I saw you in the room jerkin' off

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

Swag in the air when i'm walkin in the room

Covered the room in splattered red,

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Sitting in the room, on the phone, cooking up orders

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Go in the room and shut the bedroom door and wake up in an ambulance

As your body parts i'm piling in the room, walks in your mother

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

Step back to the dressing room

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune