This is a song about "Service centre"

I do this as a service

I think found where your mind was

Dial up words but they're not in service

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

I bust up rhymes wit my rap service. yeah, my rap service.

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

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

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

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Dial up words but they're not in service

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

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