This is a song about "Room full of letters"

I shoot hollows at those whose souls are hollow and keep my livin room full of brown bottles

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

Smell the fumes from the rasta's in a room full of hash

With a world full of evil

Lady at the frank stand will

Wale and we are not the same

I'm full of sin and shame

It's full of gold medals,

Or closed casket for our troubles

Full of futile exercises, for a future full of bars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars