This is a song about "Service centre"

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

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

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Dial up words but they're not in service

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

Your in the centre spotlight the world can see ya

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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