This is a song about "Denial of service"

Dial down the denial, a trial is in idle,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Dial up words but they're not in service

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

Had me thinkin' a while; dangling off the brink of denial

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

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.