This is a song about "Parakeets"

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

I'm a very lucky man, to have had her love like i did.

New world order, fuck it, i'm livin' my own order, fuck the alter//

Fuck a fake baller, i can clean them with holy water

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