This is a song about "Service"

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

One dime tossed on her lap! "thanks for the service but now your worthless"

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Together all the timethought it was true love

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously