This is a song about "Hotel"

If i ain't the dopest then joker's either lying or smoking

Exposing myself locked inside of a cozy hotel posing

Fuck a deserted lot we throw parties at the hotel

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

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

But i let off everything i have

Nice hotel, nice weed, nice beer, nice ass

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Hungry for more at my hotel room there getting cock feeding

To my level of hell, this california hotel,

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

Lucky seven probably poppa

Im chugging vodka in the hotel plaza,

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