This is a song about "The room closes in"

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

In the locker room, at lunch even sometimes in class

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

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

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

Wrapped myself in plastic and lit candles in the room

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon

I got 'em cocked up in the closet like a faggot's room,

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

Covered the room in splattered red,

Quick to socializing with the baddest bitches

And the elephant in the room is

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

I left him in the room, proceeded to the kitchen.

It's odd being in the same room, with the man i killed,

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift