This is a song about "Jaime"

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

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

'cause it was an admired service-man

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

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service