This is a song about "Walk in the room"

Then the walls come up and she's alone in a crowed room

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

I'm the type of nigga to put reproduction on pause,once i walk in a room everyone

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

I pick up a spoon and walk through the living room door

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

I sit in my room and curse the heavens

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

Swagged up as i walk in the hallway

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

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

Ain't got no room in the back

And daddy's in the cadillac

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

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