This is a song about "Cigatettes"

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

I should use the unsigned verses call me in for my midnight urges

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

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

And i ain't never did a bid and i don't have a little kid