This is a song about "The room closes in"

Covered the room in splattered red,

You already know you're dead

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

I sit in my room and curse the heavens

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

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

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,

Then we kicked in my room

Self made coming soon

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

Step back to the dressing room

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

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

Your just a bleating sheep, tryna touch me like a worm tryna leap to the moon

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