This is a song about "Service"

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

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

In hindsight, i think alot of yall should try to see this

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

I do this as a service

All we need is convienient love

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see