This is a song about "Tokio hotel"

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

To my level of hell, this california hotel,

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

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

With that hotel bates swag just call me norman

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Hungry for more at my hotel room there getting cock feeding

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Im chugging vodka in the hotel plaza,

Exposing myself locked inside of a cozy hotel posing

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

Don't take hotel room i take suite, got lebron's on my feet

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

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion