This is a song about "Service"

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

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Dial up words but they're not in service

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously