This is a song about "Service centre"

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

Rout the centre forced surrender

You know...you know who you are

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Dial up words but they're not in service

I'm breathing for a purpose

I do this as a service

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

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