This is a song about "Rooms"

The smoke filled rooms, the velcro shoes, it's all good

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Because all i do is smoke weed, then sleep, the rooms too hazy

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

I'm pinning notes on emcees' rooms, red all on their white walls,

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

It's just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I leave people crying to death in there rooms, man your a failure.