This is a song about "Neha"

Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains

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