This is a song about "Hampton inn"

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

My momma in tears as i moved to my grandmothers house,

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

In my house i'm all alone

Hold my tears i tried my best

I say that to the rest

Give us this day, our daily bread

Covered the room in splattered red,

Man, i can't even stand you,

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

But if i die tonight

Stand outter? got that right,

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

The house of the lord, for not a spouse but a sword

And probably i'll resort to doin' shit for cash like breaking bad,

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag