This is a song about "Chelsea hotel"

You're uncool like my mother kin

All these hoes copying chelsea kitchin

With that hotel bates swag just call me norman

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Fuck a deserted lot we throw parties at the hotel

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

Cause i don't need a fort or a hotel to see the seas

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Im chugging vodka in the hotel plaza,

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

I was in my room hotel playing halo

Exposing myself locked inside of a cozy hotel posing

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Took your ex to a hotel, had her undressed and shameless