This is a song about "Poptart"

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

Should know opportunity's a bitch you often see with the rich,

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

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,