This is a song about "Hotel service"

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

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

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Fuck what them niggas saying i aspire for greatness

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

Exposing myself locked inside of a cozy hotel posing

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

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

With that hotel bates swag just call me norman

She never ready to go so she forever come