This is a song about "Service"

Dial up words but they're not in service

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

And all women who had light features, see

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Dial up words but they're not in service

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference