This is a song about "Community service"

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

And i'm sure the whole community would love to fuckin' diss you,

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Now i ain't mean no disrespect to the gay community

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Thanks to that i was brought upon a community

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Some cities conceive the weirdest community of committees

The more small people at your door like please can i receive