This is a song about "Brelove"

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

Who dreamed to rap up on stages with million fans and open curtains

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Audiences respect the witty girlness and not that dissing curtness.

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,