This is a song about "Public service"

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

I am the most dangerous man to be put out in public,

You can do it out in public

I’m first class on my trip trip

Dial up words but they're not in service

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Now momma told me be careful who you love

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

So i can go out in public without the whole town screaming

I'm late working, i know i didn't come home that evening

But nothing public occurs.

They slowly showin they colors

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Acting ape shit, public executions, political assassinations,

I bust up rhymes wit my rap service. yeah, my rap service.

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz