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

Lookin at myself i stand in the mirror/

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

See i was in my room, on my old xbox.

Wrapped myself in plastic and lit candles in the room

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

I have visions of demons lurking around in my room,

I'm feelin on that 'rillo till i'm level with the moon

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

I left him in the room, proceeded to the kitchen.

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

I talk to myself in the dark

I live in god's waiting room, depressing as hell

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell