This is a song about "Public service announcement"

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

That's what a public offense is

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

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

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

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

That's why i always think i'm kicking something with feeling

Dial up words but they're not in service

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Get fucked like me, but i say fuck my public id,

Bring your pops to school today for twelve years i cheated