This is a song about "Black rooms"

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

To their backs and attract the black on black

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Because all i do is smoke weed, then sleep, the rooms too hazy

Who sittin' in their rooms, probably feelin' all alone,

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

My president is black

Quick flipping up sexy back

It's just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

I leave people crying to death in there rooms, man your a failure.

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger