This is a song about "Neww "

She never judges u for all the fucked up things that u done did,

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

They say with identity comes purpose

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

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

Do yourself a favor quit sayin you know wish bone from bone thugs n harmony,