This is a song about "Haftbefehl"

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

Put in work make stacks of hunneds, gotta roll dis cash man/

'cause it was an admired service-man

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.