This is a song about "Dmick"

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

Im not worried, or discouraged, you see us and you know we spit mad verses.

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

And then bitch-slap her on purpose,

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service