This is a song about "Ome"

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

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

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

Now all i want is more my little pony toys to play wit

Dial up words but they're not in service

As a kid thats 3, cursin i ll kill u with just 3 verses