This is a song about "Rooms"

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

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

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

Where your whereabouts baby? i care about you lady

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

And lonely teenagers in their rooms with wrists slit,

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

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

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

And you wonder why niggas keep the gun tucked

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

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