This is a song about "Hotel room"

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

My book case looks like a psych. room

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Hungry for more at my hotel room there getting cock feeding

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Covered the room in splattered red,

Her mother deftly left the room,

Won't run out anytime soon

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

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

Covered the room in splattered red,

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Exposing myself locked inside of a cozy hotel posing

Flowin' like i'm in poker, you never know my emotion

I'm sure to get rich

A dark room, *stop flapping bitch*