This is a song about "Hotel service"

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

I was in my room hotel playing halo

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

To my level of hell, this california hotel,

Hungry for more at my hotel room there getting cock feeding

If i got all y'all, there won't be no sense in cheating

Dial up words but they're not in service

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

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

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Exposing myself locked inside of a cozy hotel posing

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

Fuck a deserted lot we throw parties at the hotel