This is a song about "I hang in my room"

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

I saw you in the room jerkin' off

My mind's in a coming time, my body's in this stuffy room

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

Won't run out anytime soon

Then we kicked in my room

When i’m in the groove, i can freak a tune

I coulda been smoked out in the other room

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

Behind bars i sit, in my room i sit

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

I sit in my room with a pen and a notepad