This is a song about "Hotel service"

Cause i don't need a fort or a hotel to see the seas

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,

To my level of hell, this california hotel,

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

Hungry for more at my hotel room there getting cock feeding

I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

Here i go again, falling in love

Dial up words but they're not in service

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

I was in my room hotel playing halo

She mighty fine but i notice that her heart resides next to bitterness

One dime tossed on her lap! "thanks for the service but now your worthless"