This is a song about "Komplete"

Im moving on from ex , but i get jealous , am i a hypocrite?

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

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

So i can make a difference, then make rappers feel nervous,