This is a song about "Service centre"

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.

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

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"

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference