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

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

I brought my mother to the room and sat her in a chair.

Now i hang my head in shame

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

You're starin as well cause you too were in tune

I coulda been smoked out in the other room

In the heartz of men

Monday in my room again

I've been locked in my room getting faded

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

I sit in my room and curse the heavens