This is a song about "Receptionist"

Take it like a man and go to the desk and sit,

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

Luxury life, results living bad

So i'm back like a clerk rapping on rap pad

With that hotel bates swag just call me norman

Instead of birth they should've contemplated abortion

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

And hit up chess king and have the lady at the desk bring

Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work

Im robbing you of your flow like you was working as a clerk

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

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

You the new clerk? you got a few quirks, but nothing irreversible

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

So i'm back like a clerk rapping on rap pad