This is a song about "Hotel service"

Exposing myself locked inside of a cozy hotel posing

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

Im chugging vodka in the hotel plaza,

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

Fuck a deserted lot we throw parties at the hotel

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

With that hotel bates swag just call me norman

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

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

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

Don't take hotel room i take suite, got lebron's on my feet

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Dial up words but they're not in service