This is a song about "Service centre"

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Dial up words but they're not in service

Dial up words but they're not in service

Trying to get back to this thing called love

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

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

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

Let's have a toast for this new love

I do this as a service

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Rout the centre forced surrender