This is a song about "Pimplife"

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

Snap her adam's apple, have a laugh, and toss her off a bridge

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

Like a personal surgeon, searching for tumors emergin' in urchins