This is a song about "Merchant services"

I decided my pride is just why i resist

Secret handshakes showin the manners of elitist,

Hopin' that my niggas see

Thinking it's work and really,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

One dime tossed on her lap! "thanks for the service but now your worthless"

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

A cocaine measurer, part time lover

Gotta do work like a settler

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

Was a motherfuckin' scam, promote the whole general welfare,