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

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Humboldt represented through my rhyming, living in copper

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

Sit here on my phone in my room all alone

I was in my room hotel playing halo

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

Then we kicked in my room

Then we kicked in my room

Won't run out anytime soon

Locked in my room yeah, but i got some plans momma

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

Paranoid, sittin in my loafers

Talking about the god you serve

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

My finished complete raps on my living room ceiling,