This is a song about "Another service year"

I wish i could live with no fear

Sing with me, sing for the year,

Together all the timethought it was true love

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

Man of the year muh-man of the year/

Yellow diamonds in my ear

I bust up rhymes wit my rap service. yeah, my rap service.

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

Another year has gone away to make way for a new way,

Unable to think clear

Sing with me, sing for the year,

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this