This is a song about "Redditch service team"

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

I do this for my whole team

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

She mighty fine but i notice that her heart resides next to bitterness

Dream of everyone in my team.

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Dial up words but they're not in service

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Stacking cream snatching girls for my team

Im so good i need no tag team

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus