This is a song about "Community service"

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

Some cities conceive the weirdest community of committees

I bust up rhymes wit my rap service. yeah, my rap service.

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

I think found where your mind was

I do this as a service

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

I mean we as black community

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

But now i'm in a community that supports me, so i can finally be understood

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good