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

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

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Dial up words but they're not in service

Dial up words but they're not in service

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

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

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

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

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

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