This is a song about "Djzjsoejaiwjsjsosjs"

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

Writing line after line i never quit, finish the lyrics now its time to spit.

You and i were basically brothers

Dial up words but they're not in service

Another fuckin pass and see / the ball go in you call that currency

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously