This is a song about "Service desk"

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

Then i collapse right on top of my desk

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

I bust up rhymes wit my rap service. yeah, my rap service.

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

I sit in my desk looking at this white pad