This is a song about "Rooms"

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

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

My rooms a dragon's lair

Park my plane right there

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

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

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

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

From the d-town to the dmv, got all these bad bitches

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

And lonely teenagers in their rooms with wrists slit,