This is a song about "Service culture"

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Dial up words but they're not in service

Me if i ever insult your culture or beliefs

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Beside these culture vultures i'm a supermodel because i never topple

Im fadded bring me 3 more bottles tryna hit the room with this bad lil model

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

She mighty fine but i notice that her heart resides next to bitterness

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