This is a song about "Walk in the room"

Hard to move on when you always regret one

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

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

Wrapped myself in plastic and lit candles in the room

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

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

Buff gorilla in the room

I'm not moving like a cartoon

I am out of this world and you a man on the moon

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

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

This is a walk in the park

Covered the room in splattered red,

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

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

I coulda been smoked out in the other room