This is a song about "Rooms"

Who sittin' in their rooms, probably feelin' all alone,

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

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

Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith

They vaguely decipher my language

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

And lonely teenagers in their rooms with wrists slit,

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

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