You in your after life fitting in hell perfectly
Secret service insurgents observe me nervously
Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,
And i ain't never did a bid and i don't have a little kid
They say with identity comes purpose
No not the heiress just one from an escort service
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