This is a song about "Service desk"

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

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

Now momma told me be careful who you love

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

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

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

Bangin' my face on my desk like i'm takin' a test and i'm blankin' on basically every question

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Dial up words but they're not in service

And hit up chess king and have the lady at the desk bring

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

My laptop just laying on my desk, wondering what's gonna' happen next

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest