This is a song about "Motel"

Wrote well, spoke well, no murder in a motel,

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Because then you will awake in a motel, well better yet a cell

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

Show me some happiness again, i'm going blindi spend my time in this cell, ain't living well

Welcome to fagville, population: you, and your girl at the motel. isn't life a hell?