This is a song about "Service desk"

Take it like a man and go to the desk and sit,

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

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

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

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Of your desk stool, until you mess up, then the messiah of rap flows

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

You filthy nerd, sittin' in front of my desk