This is a song about "Customer service"

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Dial up words but they're not in service

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

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

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Dial up words but they're not in service

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

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

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses