This is a song about "Service"

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

We don't ever make love

I do this as a service

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

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

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