This is a song about "Services"

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

Im gonna ration these f bombs heres a serving of fuck you

Armed with darkness in my heart,

A working genius, a work of art

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

No education, we lack information, no wonder we hardly could stop segregation,

I came up hungry

Face of the industry

So i guess that's where i hide my things

My performance, no conformance

Spit fire i don't tire, i am crass, do yourself a favor get your ass black and blue

Get out the waykeisha now coming throughaye shawty what it dolet’s talk about me and you

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Dial up words but they're not in service

Tell the cops to get the yellow tape cuz im cautious like a serial killer armed

Of wannabe rappers, go all the way around, and up to the top, climb my way into hip hop,