This is a song about "Service learning"

My learning word process is still being continued

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Dial up words but they're not in service

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

If i could prevent anything by learning lessons

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

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

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Spilling these and killing em all but i'm still learning/

Learning molecule and for whats inside

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride