This is a song about "Out the pocket pimp lexus hotel"

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

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

By the way, hotel room number 218, yup that's the place i fucked his mum in

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Make a convertible outta your lame lexus

Hell of a hand without a man, feelin' helpless

I have a pocket full of dreams, but not the jeans yet

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Any time you inhale is your last, you might know, cause i take away breaths

Hence the intensity inner city dealers pocket profit at my expense

Fuck a deserted lot we throw parties at the hotel

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well