This is a song about "The room closes in"

Probably die getting some head

Covered the room in splattered red,

In the locker room, at lunch even sometimes in class

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

Self made coming soon

Buff gorilla in the room

I coulda been smoked out in the other room

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

On the way to his house i got in the unlocked door and went straight to his room

Smokin' bowls of dope and coke, our noses are infected soon,

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

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june