This is a song about "Black rooms"

And lonely teenagers in their rooms with wrists slit,

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Where the black girls get their weaves back

My president is black

But now it's more declare

My rooms a dragon's lair

And i thought i was black

She always comin back

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

Black as black like the blacktop/

Cause i break it out a lot

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage