This is a song about "Gintitties"

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

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Dial up words but they're not in service