This is a song about "Nationl citezon service"

I do this as a service

Sometimes i feel so worthless

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Dial up words but they're not in service

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

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

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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