This is a song about "Pedrero"

Im moving on from ex , but i get jealous , am i a hypocrite?

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

I'll confess i'm just rushin it, always feels like an emergency

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Turn like a fuckin waitress. go on this site much as you go to the pharmacy.

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