This is a song about "Bogmo"

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

Like a personal surgeon, searching for tumors emergin' in urchins

Do yourself a favor quit sayin you know wish bone from bone thugs n harmony,

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

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