This is a song about "Customer service"

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

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

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

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

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

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

I do this as a service

Ass shots is a plus

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

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Dial up words but they're not in service