This is a song about "Satian"

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

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

You might collapse and take a nap for all of eternity

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

Like we were playing a game of monopoly, living in shitty quality,