This is a song about "Rememeber"

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

Autonomy cosmetology, follow me, you're mahogany, colony,

I should use the unsigned verses call me in for my midnight urges

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

Now all i want is more my little pony toys to play wit

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,