This is a song about "Justice and service"

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Together all the timethought it was true love

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Dial up words but they're not in service

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Media turned justice into reality tv,

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

I want justice not necessarily meaning peace,

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Probably be dirt rich and worthless

Dial up words but they're not in service