This is a song about "Hampton inn"

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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

Coming out of my shell, like a bird in a nest.

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

To wasting afflicted by the curse of addiction to security an pension

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

My fucking cousin's bumming out drugging out heading to the big house

Nigga you never left your mamas nest

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

Mouse slowly carouse to rat, as swings the bat, robbing house after house

By the way, hotel room number 218, yup that's the place i fucked his mum in

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation