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

Lookin at myself i stand in the mirror/

Throw up your motherfuckin middle finger

I coulda been smoked out in the other room

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Locked in my room yeah, but i got some plans momma

I got 'em cocked up in the closet like a faggot's room,

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon

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

It's that crack, give you something to sell

I never fit in with them light skins

I sit in my room and curse the heavens

I’m pitchin bitches thats dreamin’ thinking i'm trickin’ chicken

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