This is a song about "Liam yates"

I'm a very lucky man, to have had her love like i did.

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

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

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

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

This shits nuts, inclined but the signs worsen/ trying to lift up your minds curtains