This is a song about "Service"

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

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

I do this as a service

Don’t you be holding back, your love

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

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

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Dial up words but they're not in service

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

One dime tossed on her lap! "thanks for the service but now your worthless"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give