This is a song about "Service"

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

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

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

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

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Dial up words but they're not in service

I can teach you all the sounds of love

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously