This is a song about "Service"

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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