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

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

I sit in my room with a pen and a notepad

Got a beans if you wanna pop

I hang with niggas, whole jab in the jock

Lookin at myself i stand in the mirror/

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

And i'm still hurtin over pops

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

This for my niggas that really rap hard

I talk to myself in the dark

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

Wake up in the morning and i ask myself

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

It's odd being in the same room, with the man i killed,