This is a song about "Rockybytes"

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

Who dreamed to rap up on stages with million fans and open curtains

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

Dun giving a shit, beating the crap outta males in a fighter pit.

You've heard it as a myth, but this is a hype for curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses