This is a song about "Rooms"

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

Destined to win, get respect where i live

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

No more splurging on fitteds at goliath

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

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

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

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

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

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