This is a song about "Service"

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

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

I think found where your mind was

I do this as a service

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Dial up words but they're not in service

She mighty fine but i notice that her heart resides next to bitterness

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

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

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

Dial up words but they're not in service

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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