This is a song about "Sittin in my living room"

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

Pass through, me and kid freestyle in my room,

I sit in my room and curse the heavens

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Humboldt represented through my rhyming, living in copper

Paranoid, sittin in my loafers

Where my, soldiers, my true thug rollers

Monday in my room again

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

Bad hoes i'm seen with them

Monday in my room again

Living in,my notebook's still filled with rhymes

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

My finished complete raps on my living room ceiling,