This is a song about "Hashbrowns"

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

Writing line after line i never quit, finish the lyrics now its time to spit.

So i refuse to follow in the same steps as my old man.

'cause it was an admired service-man

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

Dial up words but they're not in service