This is a song about "Customer service"

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

I do this as a service

But most times darling the sequel sucks

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

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Dial up words but they're not in service

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

She mighty fine but i notice that her heart resides next to bitterness

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,