This is a song about "Service culture"

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Dial up words but they're not in service

Dial up words but they're not in service

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

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.

Bass music was my culture, still is

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses

Is southern culture, still we got our fucking jobs overseas,

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

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