This is a song about "Working in a hotel"

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

Now i'm working on a final project i can show

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

To my level of hell, this california hotel,

Y'all write hateful lyrics and put 'em in concerts working,

There's soda in the pot and the fire - burning

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

But you just wanna see screaming, working with a broken back,

It just takes a lot of working and time

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

Working hard for our families till theirs nothing left in our lungs

Exposing myself locked inside of a cozy hotel posing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing