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

She walks past every damn day,i sit in my room and i just play,

And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today

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.

When you keep em right beside you

I reach for my piece and bullets flew

You don't mean that, you faggot

I roll arond in my new whip

In the heartz of men

Monday in my room again

Straight to my partner room and let him beat it like a keyboard

Rockin in my jordans so i guess im space jammin on your ball court

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

I have visions of demons lurking around in my room,