This is a song about "Cottage grove"

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

This one, not so smooth he will not approve, in a messy grove

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

Chasing myself, im in the grove its how i let loose, now i fit the shoes

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Chillin' at the cottage, drinks by the pool

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool