This is a song about "National service scheme"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

I bust up rhymes wit my rap service. yeah, my rap service.

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

I got a dollar and a dream

Oh! and you rhyming scheme?

Dial up words but they're not in service

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Just a scheme of big corporations,

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips