This is a song about "Forehad"

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

But you are unhappy with success but you did that purposely

Dun giving a shit, beating the crap outta males in a fighter pit.

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

As the devil walks thru the door they fulfill their self righteous urges