This is a song about "Service centre"

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

I do this as a service

We don't ever make love

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

That scary love, never get married love

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

With lyrics flowing through my head, left, right and centre

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

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

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Walking in the centre, hit me and i mush like feta