This is a song about "Bellhop"

So i'm back like a clerk rapping on rap pad

Nigga ain't bad, see, niggas just had

Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell

Wrote well, spoke well, no murder in a motel,

I sell hot peas and butter, don't want to see you suffer

Shots leak, i sweep you up and mop the floor like a janitor.

Im robbing you of your flow like you was working as a clerk

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

I leave the janitor to pick up my every scrap

But i’m worth it though work this shit so perfect though

I run and rub my crotch upon an old hobo

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, wolf gang

Picking food out the trash while your mum is fucking a hobo next to the trash can

Turns on some cold water and blocks it, she layed in the tub with the

Another bum as a janitor, all we gotta do is learn algebra,