This is a song about "Service desk"

I can't write when there's shit on my desk

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

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

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

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

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

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

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

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

Drinking straight from the keg record on my desk

Cause i was never hesitant to represent