This is a song about "Redditch service team"

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

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

Without a team, no excellence

Blew money like six crips

My team eat everyday a feast

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

The bitches is everything in between

You a pussy boy, you and your 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

Fact mj got cut from his ball team

I got a dollar and a dream

Your team will crash like nascar

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

Just before they seen my money in the green

100 percent on everything and on my team