This is a song about "Isaiah bayles"

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

Now all i want is more my little pony toys to play wit

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?

Dial up words but they're not in service

As the devil walks thru the door they fulfill their self righteous urges

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