This is a song about "Brokenhearts"

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,

My flow makes the economy, rise higher than our nations bureaucracy,

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

And then bitch-slap her on purpose,

Dial up words but they're not in service