This is a song about "Another service year"

Haters beware, i can see clear

Man of the year muh-man of the year/

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

That scary love, never get married love

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this