This is a song about "I flew accross my room in my new jordans"

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

Behind bars i sit, in my room i sit

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

Then we kicked in my room

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

I sit in my room with a pen and a notepad

In my room i can be me

I was wondering maybe

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

I won't go out with my friends, instead i sit in my room and write poetry,

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

I've been locked in my room getting faded