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

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

I hang with niggas, whole jab in the jock

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

I talk to myself in the dark

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

I saw you in the room jerkin' off

I sit in my room and curse the heavens

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

If i was still in the same position i would hang that shit up like a prank call

Im going, i gotto, this is my motto stand tall, and fuck them all

In my room i can be me

Third ward general, young cash money