This is a song about "Community service"

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Dial up words but they're not in service

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

Dial up words but they're not in service

The long road to success is dangerous

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

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