This is a song about "Service learning"

To always keep at it, improve, yeah, keep learning/

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Dial up words but they're not in service

There's nothing worse than merging, conscience thought with false learning

The morgue could afford just cause we was doing murdering

Some say the dumb stray away from school and learning.

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

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

She’s a star if i ever seen one

While i'm learning my lesson

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Us bitches are learning to run these boys