This is a song about "Rcs services"

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

If you dick got 1 employee mine got a whole staff

Conversations about tsunami's and current affairs

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Smoking weed, getting head in the oval office

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

Come get some, you little bum

I know more about the corrupt system

Im all up in they mouths like im the fucking business

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

I got to his office nothing could stop this im a cut off his top quick

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Where god at? i need to call him

You on the table for operation