This is a song about "Service"

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

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

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Dial up words but they're not in service

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

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

She mighty fine but i notice that her heart resides next to bitterness

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Dial up words but they're not in service

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

Now momma told me be careful who you love