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

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

I was makeing room for a pretty nigga in the future,

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

I coulda been smoked out in the other room

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

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

I talk to myself in the dark

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

Wake up in the morning and i ask myself

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

I sit in my room and curse the heavens

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

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

Ropes hangin' from the ceiling waiting for me to hang myself

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends