This is a song about "Hotel"

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

Nice hotel, nice weed, nice beer, nice ass

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

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

To my level of hell, this california hotel,

Exposing myself locked inside of a cozy hotel posing

I'm just aiming what i'm saying hope you bleed out emotion

I'm late working, i know i didn't come home that evening

Hungry for more at my hotel room there getting cock feeding

With that hotel bates swag just call me norman

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

That's gettin' oldplus with tha drama

Im chugging vodka in the hotel plaza,