This is a song about "Customer service"

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Dial up words but they're not in service

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Dial up words but they're not in service

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously