This is a song about "Service centre"

So i'm writing you this letter

Rout the centre forced surrender

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

I do this as a service

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

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,

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously