This is a song about "Bradon"

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

I'm a very lucky man, to have had her love like i did.

Turn like a fuckin waitress. go on this site much as you go to the pharmacy.

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

But what satan doesn't know, is jesus is your right hand man,

'cause it was an admired service-man