This is a song about "Fuck service of playstation plus"

I'm breathing for a purpose

I do this as a service

Plus i keep it on lock, like i'm part of the jail

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

I bet that mirror gon show you

Its only game plus none of thats true

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

And plus i feel like we could never get out of this deficit,

Plus the lives of millions who just had enough

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Together all the timethought it was true love

I bust up rhymes wit my rap service. yeah, my rap service.

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Dial up words but they're not in service

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free