This is a song about "Hotel party"

Exposing myself locked inside of a cozy hotel posing

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

I’m tryna be low key

Toast, toast to the party!

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

Fuck a deserted lot we throw parties at the hotel

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

With less people liking you than a pauly shore party

Once as a slave who imagined being free

School just finished it's time to party

But make sure if they do see

Makes for a hell of party

Im chugging vodka in the hotel plaza,

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

If you just came here to party,

God mc oh my god you gotta see