This is a song about "Dashie"

And i ain't never did a bid and i don't have a little kid

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

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

You never wanted dis to happen but det was your courtesy