This is a song about "Rcs services"

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

I wonder where i put those bodies

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

You on the table for operation

As our dead bodies hit the cold oh brim stone

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Hop in and let me test drive

Crackhead on drug supplies

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

But most times darling the sequel sucks

I do this as a service

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

Face your fate of serving in my servitude

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

Dial up words but they're not in service