This is a song about "Griffyndor"

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

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

Snap her adam's apple, have a laugh, and toss her off a bridge

That's why i try to write the best ill verses with real purpose,

Dial up words but they're not in service