This is a song about "Customer service"

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

We don't ever make love

I do this as a service

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

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

No not the heiress just one from an escort service