This is a song about "Service centre"

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

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

Your in the centre spotlight the world can see ya

Dial up words but they're not in service

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

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

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

I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

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