This is a song about "Service"

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.

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

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

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

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Dial up words but they're not in service

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

No not the heiress just one from an escort service