This is a song about "Convict comunity service"

Im seeing more bars than a convict and accomplice

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

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

Imagine life as a convict

Killing these niggas off quick

Better stay outta their way 'cause their convict runners

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

One dime tossed on her lap! "thanks for the service but now your worthless"

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush