This is a song about "Ichigo"

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

I'm above the average rapper cause this is crack i spit

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

Like a personal surgeon, searching for tumors emergin' in urchins

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions