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

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

I sit in my room with a pen and a notepad

In my room i can be me

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

I have visions of demons lurking around in my room,

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

I talk to myself in the dark

A working genius, a work of art

I hang with niggas, whole jab in the jock

This is the part where we run hip hop

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

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

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

Cause when i'm broke i got no time for the fellas. listen