This is a song about "Rossini"

Just another day poisonin the minds of ever ready virgins

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

I'm a very lucky man, to have had her love like i did.

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