This is a song about "Abey"

Its absurd but im certain this person is lurking behind curtains

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

She never judges u for all the fucked up things that u done did,

Being chased by the tears of a stronger man,

'cause it was an admired service-man